Post by Mumble on Oct 6, 2017 11:36:39 GMT -5
Andrew Memphis Mumble
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Name: Andrew Memphis Mumble
Nickname: just Mumble
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Mostly straight
Fairytale: Happy Feet
Year: Teacher - Modern Dance
Face Claim: Elijah Wood
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Personality: Simply put, anything that isn't dancing falls under the category of "things that must be tolerated before dancing." That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but music and dancing are what Mumble is best at, and he pursues them passionately. That's not to say he doesn't have his eye on other things - pretty girls are certainly an object of his interest, but he's got to have someone with a sense of rhythm. Not that he'd count someone out just because they couldn't dance, that would just make a relationship pretty difficult since busting a move is pretty much all he wants to do with his free time.
Although all of that might make it sound like he just jigs around the halls all day to music heard only in his head, he can actually be a pretty engaging conversationalist, particularly when it comes to issues that interest him (like the environment). Mumble is a staunch environmentalist, and has been known to put in hours of community service cleaning up highways and such. He also has a keen love for old movies, fish sticks, fast cars, and playing electric guitar.
Appearance: Mumble, at first glance, doesn't seem like much to look at. He's not tall, standing only at about five and a half feet with substantially-soled shoes on, and while his pale skin contrasts with his dark hair, it's not a terribly eye-catching contrast, and could easily be overlooked. The thing that tends to catch people's attention the most is his face - more specifically his eyes, which are an astonishing shade of blue. In addition to that, they are exceptionally large, and highly expressive. Generally speaking, they are also pretty indicative of whatever he's thinking at the moment.
When it comes to muscle mass, most of Mumble's is in his legs - dancing will give you that kind of advantage if you stick with it, and seeing as Mumble's been dancing pretty much since he could walk, that comes with the territory. He works out enough that his upper body isn't completely devoid of any muscle development, but not enough that it looks ridiculous on his small frame.
When it comes to clothes, Mumble will wear whatever doesn't restrain his ability to move (within reason). Jeans he tolerates, if they're not too tight, and when he isn’t teaching, he can usually be seen wearing a generic band-label t-shirt. On the less-frequent occasions when he’s lecturing, he’ll wear a button up shirt.
History: Mumble was born Andrew Memphis Mumble on a windy July day in the chilly northern part of Washington state. His parents were horrendously famous musicians, both of whom had successful careers in their respective genres. His father, (known to fans simply as Memphis), was a well-established presence in the rock scene, and his mother had a firm base in the techno/dance movement, so he grew up with plenty of both blaring out of the speakers at home and on road trips (of which there were plenty).
As it turned out, though, Mumble inherited neither of his parents' singing voice. It was apparent from the first time he tried to sing that it was never going to turn out well, regardless of how many times his parents tried to coach him. He had an undeniably obvious sense of rhythm, though, and in spite of the fact that he would never develop anything more than an excruciatingly awful singing voice, he made up for his vocal shortcomings with his ability to dance. It was the only thing he was interested in, and it was all his parents could do just to keep him focused on school between dance lessons, dance competitions, dance parties, and an assortment of other related activities.
He attended a music-oriented private school through high school, and had plenty of friends there, although most of them were also children of music stars. Luckily, singing and dancing went hand in hand for most people, so he wasn't entirely alone in his favorite hobby. Stage names were all the rage amongst his generation at that point, and it was at that time that he began introducing himself by his last name, however unassuming it might seem. As a demon on the dance floor, he was a hit at school functions at first, before people grew a little tired of his antics. For a short while, it looked like he might have caught the eye of Gloria, one of the more popular girls at the school, and there was all sorts of gossip about it, but it didn't ever really come to anything since it was nearing graduation. After graduating from high school, he was sent to Avalon by his parents (who apparently harbored some hope that maybe he could be gifted with a magical singing voice while he was there).
Well, that part didn’t really work out, as he’s still as tone deaf as ever, but he did manage to (in no particular order) lose his voice completely for a while as a result of a spell backfiring, get blackmailed into an illicit relationship with a former headmistress, and meet the love of his life one night at a random club outing.
For a while, in spite of the war that had broken out, it looked like Mumble might actually get the happy ending that had looked so bleak for him for so long. He and Andrina worked out the myriad of misunderstandings that had interfered with their relationship, his parents had started to come around to the fact that he was doing more important things than singing (there was a war on, after all). And then the portals closed, and he found himself back in his parents’ house, with no trace of the world or the girl he loved. Mumble, never one to give up on the things he loved, immediately went about looking for Andrina. Unfortunately, telling people that you’re searching for a mermaid doesn’t get you taken very seriously in most circles, but Mumble refused to let that dissuade him.
For the next five years, he traveled the globe, tracking down every possible lead he could concerning mermaids and sightings of them. If he could find any mermaids, he thought, surely he could figure out how to contact a specific one, right? It was a hopeless search from the beginning - he and Andy were from different worlds, she hadn’t just been sent back to the ocean, she’d been sent back to her own realm, and whether he knew it or not, he was never going to find her by physically searching through his own world. Without knowing that, though, he probably would have searched forever, despite his parents’ objections or insistence that he find himself a real job (they even begged him to get a dancing job, they were desperate).
And then one day, as quickly as he’d been unceremoniously booted back home, he felt a familiar rush of magic, and found himself back at the school he thought he’d been banished from forever.
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Sample Post: He kissed her. He kissed her and he didn't apologize for it. He didn't take it back, and he didn't ruin it by changing the subject, he just let the moment slide by as slowly as it felt like it ought to. And then he kissed her again...not only because it felt incredibly nice to just be able to do so without worrying about what horrible thing might happen because of it, but because that relief drew into focus the fact that he never really had given her a proper kiss that wasn't bound by all kinds of stipulations or followed by heartache. For a moment or two, he shut everything else out, refused to think about whatever time restrictions or possible implications this might have, or what kind of horrible magic might have caused all of this in the first place, or why Andy had been acting all mentally unstable anyway...he found an empty, white place in his mind, centered his thoughts in it, and surrounded her and himself with nothing but what they were and what they shared.
His hand tangled through her hair, he pulled her against him, and when he finally finished kissing her, he still held her there in his arms, pulling away just far enough to look her in the eyes. There were a lot of things he wanted to do with her at that moment, none of which would be socially acceptable for a school function, but the shine in his eyes should have told her something about the intensity of the moment.
And then the doubt came back. He wanted to ask her what had been wrong, why had she been acting so strangely? What had made her stop acting that way, and was this permanent? He needed to tell her about how Merlin had helped him break the singing spell, but to do that, he would have to talk about the origin of the spell, and that just wasn't a happy party topic in anybody's books.
"I love you," he blurted instead. The seriousness of what he'd said did not escape him; he was fully aware that it was the first time he'd ever told her that, and maybe she might freak out over it, but suddenly that didn't matter. It was honestly how he felt, and after more than a year of the kind of pain they'd put each other through (all right, the pain he'd put her through) why shouldn't he say it? She deserved to know, she had earned that much.
