Player nickname: Jones Player LJ:eloquencejones Way to contact you: Email: eowyn61@hotmail.com AIM: eloquence.jones Other: Plurk - eloquencejones Are you at least 15?: Yes Current Characters: None
Character: Sandalio de Rabiffano, aka Biffy Fandom: Parasol Protectorate Character Notes: History: Biffy was a minor aristocrat with Spanish ancestory whose life was quite unremarkable until he became a drone to the vampire Lord Akeldama, with his quiet efficiency, excellent skills for gossiping and abundant charm, he quickly became Akeldama's favourite and the two of them were remarkably fond of each other.
In Soulless, Biffy is barely involved in events on the surface, though as one of Akeldama's many sources of information, it can probably be assured he at least had something of a hand in everything behind the scenes.
He gets a little more involved with Alexia's misadventures in Changeless, getting to know Professor Lyall and helping out his investigations in London, he prevents important information falling into the vampires' hands by spilling a cup of tea on their aetherographic transmitter - a minor act with very important ramifications.
Things took a turn for the worse after that, however, as in Blameless, the potentate kidnapped Biffy from Lord Akeldama and imprisoned him in a giant egg beneath the Thames for several months. He was eventually rescued, emaciated and with an appalling growth of facial hair, by Lord Maccon and Professor Lyall. He seemed inclined to survive the experience until a stray bullet meant for Lord Maccon hit him instead, leaving the alpha werewolf with no choice but to attempt turning the boy to save his life (there was some hope he would survive the metamorphasis, as he had been a vampire drone and so was quite likely to have the excess soul necessary to turn him) - he was successfully turned into a werewolf, but not without ruffling plenty of feathers. One of the most trying aspects of this was that he had to remain bearded until Alexia's preternatural touch could render him mortal long enough to shave.
By Heartless, things still aren't really looking up, Biffy is not settling well into the pack and is still pining for his old master, he still resists the change every month and has a lot of trouble controlling it. As a result, he's somewhat miserable.
I'll be taking him from just before Heartless, to fit in with the other characters from the canon.
Personality:
Biffy is very good at presenting the image of a light-hearted dandy, and that image is not too far from the truth. He's very particular about the way he dresses, and absolutely cannot abide sloppiness in others - there's no excuse for bad manners and poor dress.
He's polite, cheerful and irreverent about a great deal of things, but his personality runs a lot deeper than what he shows on the surface. He's picked that up from both Akeldama and victorian society at large, overt displays of emotion being somewhat uncouth, and it being unwise to show ones hand before it is played.
He's incredibly organised and very observant, having spent years learning from Lord Akeldama how to watch people and pick up gossip, which is about the only thing that has served him well since becoming a werewolf, since they're incredibly gossipy creatures.
Recently, of course, there's a sorrow in him, noticeable to those who know where to look, though he still tries to project his ordinary cheerful air, he misses his old life terribly and desperately needs a place to belong within his new pack. He hides it very well, but it's there.
Other:
Biffy is, as stated, a werewolf. This gives him increased strength and speed as well as enhanced senses. As a young werewolf he's incredibly vulnerable to sunlight and also to silver. Because of his reluctance to control his condition, he becomes a wolf every night for several days around full moon.
It is an absolutely wonderful night, and I don't mind saying I'm rather glad it's a new moon and I get to enjoy it. There are simply hundreds of parties happening and I think I can already hear the gossip from here!
I do have a little problem, however, I do hope somebody might be able to assist me with it. The most vexing thing about being a werewolf, I have found, is that one's hair seems adamant that it must retain a certain amount of, I hate to say it, scruffiness - which I, of course, simply cannot abide. There must be a solution, there are at least some werewolves that look rather neat, so how on earth do they do it?
I really don't think it fair to this wonderful new jacket that I should leave the house without every inch of me being just as fashionable as it is - including my rebellious hair. So I absolutely must find myself a solution posthaste.
Third Person:
Biffy barely allowed the tiniest flicker of envy to show in his eyes as he entered the ballroom and spotted the group of young men laughing together in the corner. To anybody else, they were practically furniture, young dandies seen scattered about at every social event in the whole city. To Biffy, they were... well they weren't family any more, they weren't where he belonged.
He was still one of them, in a way, he would make his way around the ballroom and talk to everybody, pick up all the gossip he could, make new friends and renew old ones and disappear out the door without anybody really quite registering he'd been there, not in any significant way. That was where the similarity ended, however, because at the end of the night he wouldn't return to Akeldama's townhouse and report the evening's events to his lord and master. His former lord and master. He would report them to his mistress instead, because no matter how much he may regret or dislike his new status, there was no point gathering that sort of information if you didn't tell anybody about it, and he did actually like Lady Maccon.
When morning came, instead of staying awake long enough to get some daylight errands run for Akeldama, keeping nighttime hours only because his master did, he would be forced to seek his bed in his windowless room, unable to stay awake and hiding away from the burning rays of the sun.
With a barely perceptible shake of his head, he tore his mind from such thoughts, noticing a young man dressed in yellow coming towards him, he allowed his smile to widen pleasantly.
"What ho, Tizzy," he called out to his former friend, ready to continue the masquerade he sometimes felt his life had become.
Biffy | Parasol Protectorate
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Way to contact you:
Email: eowyn61@hotmail.com
AIM: eloquence.jones
Other: Plurk - eloquencejones
Are you at least 15?: Yes
Current Characters: None
Character: Sandalio de Rabiffano, aka Biffy
Fandom: Parasol Protectorate
Character Notes:
History:
Biffy was a minor aristocrat with Spanish ancestory whose life was quite unremarkable until he became a drone to the vampire Lord Akeldama, with his quiet efficiency, excellent skills for gossiping and abundant charm, he quickly became Akeldama's favourite and the two of them were remarkably fond of each other.
In Soulless, Biffy is barely involved in events on the surface, though as one of Akeldama's many sources of information, it can probably be assured he at least had something of a hand in everything behind the scenes.
He gets a little more involved with Alexia's misadventures in Changeless, getting to know Professor Lyall and helping out his investigations in London, he prevents important information falling into the vampires' hands by spilling a cup of tea on their aetherographic transmitter - a minor act with very important ramifications.
Things took a turn for the worse after that, however, as in Blameless, the potentate kidnapped Biffy from Lord Akeldama and imprisoned him in a giant egg beneath the Thames for several months. He was eventually rescued, emaciated and with an appalling growth of facial hair, by Lord Maccon and Professor Lyall. He seemed inclined to survive the experience until a stray bullet meant for Lord Maccon hit him instead, leaving the alpha werewolf with no choice but to attempt turning the boy to save his life (there was some hope he would survive the metamorphasis, as he had been a vampire drone and so was quite likely to have the excess soul necessary to turn him) - he was successfully turned into a werewolf, but not without ruffling plenty of feathers.
One of the most trying aspects of this was that he had to remain bearded until Alexia's preternatural touch could render him mortal long enough to shave.
By Heartless, things still aren't really looking up, Biffy is not settling well into the pack and is still pining for his old master, he still resists the change every month and has a lot of trouble controlling it. As a result, he's somewhat miserable.
I'll be taking him from just before Heartless, to fit in with the other characters from the canon.
Personality:
Biffy is very good at presenting the image of a light-hearted dandy, and that image is not too far from the truth. He's very particular about the way he dresses, and absolutely cannot abide sloppiness in others - there's no excuse for bad manners and poor dress.
He's polite, cheerful and irreverent about a great deal of things, but his personality runs a lot deeper than what he shows on the surface. He's picked that up from both Akeldama and victorian society at large, overt displays of emotion being somewhat uncouth, and it being unwise to show ones hand before it is played.
He's incredibly organised and very observant, having spent years learning from Lord Akeldama how to watch people and pick up gossip, which is about the only thing that has served him well since becoming a werewolf, since they're incredibly gossipy creatures.
Recently, of course, there's a sorrow in him, noticeable to those who know where to look, though he still tries to project his ordinary cheerful air, he misses his old life terribly and desperately needs a place to belong within his new pack. He hides it very well, but it's there.
Other:
Biffy is, as stated, a werewolf. This gives him increased strength and speed as well as enhanced senses. As a young werewolf he's incredibly vulnerable to sunlight and also to silver. Because of his reluctance to control his condition, he becomes a wolf every night for several days around full moon.
Additional Links: A Character study by the author
First Person (entry type):
It is an absolutely wonderful night, and I don't mind saying I'm rather glad it's a new moon and I get to enjoy it. There are simply hundreds of parties happening and I think I can already hear the gossip from here!
I do have a little problem, however, I do hope somebody might be able to assist me with it. The most vexing thing about being a werewolf, I have found, is that one's hair seems adamant that it must retain a certain amount of, I hate to say it, scruffiness - which I, of course, simply cannot abide. There must be a solution, there are at least some werewolves that look rather neat, so how on earth do they do it?
I really don't think it fair to this wonderful new jacket that I should leave the house without every inch of me being just as fashionable as it is - including my rebellious hair. So I absolutely must find myself a solution posthaste.
Third Person:
Biffy barely allowed the tiniest flicker of envy to show in his eyes as he entered the ballroom and spotted the group of young men laughing together in the corner. To anybody else, they were practically furniture, young dandies seen scattered about at every social event in the whole city. To Biffy, they were... well they weren't family any more, they weren't where he belonged.
He was still one of them, in a way, he would make his way around the ballroom and talk to everybody, pick up all the gossip he could, make new friends and renew old ones and disappear out the door without anybody really quite registering he'd been there, not in any significant way. That was where the similarity ended, however, because at the end of the night he wouldn't return to Akeldama's townhouse and report the evening's events to his lord and master. His former lord and master. He would report them to his mistress instead, because no matter how much he may regret or dislike his new status, there was no point gathering that sort of information if you didn't tell anybody about it, and he did actually like Lady Maccon.
When morning came, instead of staying awake long enough to get some daylight errands run for Akeldama, keeping nighttime hours only because his master did, he would be forced to seek his bed in his windowless room, unable to stay awake and hiding away from the burning rays of the sun.
With a barely perceptible shake of his head, he tore his mind from such thoughts, noticing a young man dressed in yellow coming towards him, he allowed his smile to widen pleasantly.
"What ho, Tizzy," he called out to his former friend, ready to continue the masquerade he sometimes felt his life had become.