Post by Phoebus on Nov 3, 2017 5:37:48 GMT -5
Phoebus de Châteaupers
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Name: Phoebus de Châteaupers
Nickname:None (yet)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Sexuality: Heterosexual (but could be persuaded)
Fairytale: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Year: University
Face Claim: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
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Personality: Phoebus is a gallant, charming young man, he has grown up wanting only to join the army and become a dashing Captain, and so he is ever the chivalrous and brave soldier. He is selfless and will always fight on the side of good, standing up for what he believes in and for those less fortunate than himself. He has strong morals and ethics, and is a caring and kind young man, who can become a little over-protective of those he loves.
He is witty and charismatic, and there are very few people he does not get on with. He is a romantic at heart, and grew up reading the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, wanting nothing more than to personify those ideas and valiant behaviours when he joined the army himself. He is pretty laid back, for a soldier, believing that good will always win, but more than prepared to put a little elbow grease into making sure that that is the case. He is definitely a hit with the ladies, something he has become somewhat used to, especially since receiving his soldier’s uniform which seems to increase the attention he receives. He is open-minded and gets on well with like-minded people, believes in justice and good, and loves nothing more than saving a damsel in distress.
Appearance: Phoebus is dashing and classically handsome, with dirty blonde hair he often wears long, chiselled cheekbones and deep blue eyes. He generally has some well-groomed and impeccably styled stubble, and when he smiles, which is often, he shows perfectly white, straight teeth, and dimples that he’s noticed has a swooning effect on many nearby young ladies. He is tall, with an athletic build – he is very muscled and well-toned, as he makes sure to keep himself in excellent shape so he’s prepared for any fight or battle his commanding officers may send him into.
He carries a sword on his belt, and his uniform in the army consists of armour, helmet, cape and long gloves. Once he’s settled into the more relaxed dress of Tintagel and Trenale, he’ll more likely be seen in well-tailored jeans, t-shirts and jackets.
History: Phoebus comes from a good background, an upper-middle class family with a father who had a good trade and earned good money, a respectable number of brothers and sisters for a French Catholic family in the fifteenth century. As he was not the eldest son, he did not carry the expectation of taking over the family business, and it didn’t take long for him to want to become a soldier. Having received a decent education, he spent much of his childhood reading stories of King Arthur and his knights, and he wanted nothing more than to become a soldier worthy of Arthur’s round table, practising his chivalry and gallant behaviour even while playing at war with his brothers in the yard.
He joined the army at 16, proudly putting on his uniform and waving goodbye to his family as he marched off to war. The brutality of war did nothing to change his mind about his decision, he simply developed a wit and dark sense of humour to deal with the things that he was seeing. He quickly began to work his way through the ranks, and by 20 he was proud to have made the rank of Sergeant. He has his eyes set on becoming a Captain by 30.
He was on a scouting mission when he discovered the portal. Instructing his men to stay back while he investigated, he was quickly pulled into the portal, and deposited in Tintagel, having no idea where he was, what had happened, or how he will get back.
Luckily, he speaks fluent English as well as his native French.
Other: This is Phoebus pre-Hunchback
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“Stay back, men. I’ll check this out.” Phoebus held a hand out to halt his men, who obediently stopped behind him, taking defensive positions in the tree line, just as he had taught them. He allowed himself a proud smile, before unsheathing his sword and creeping forward, towards the large circular … thing. He’d never seen anything like it before, but he was sure it wasn’t something good. It was bigger than him and shone with a strange blue glow, with colours and darkness swirling in the middle.
He took a few steps forward, beginning to wish he hadn’t volunteered for this scouting mission that morning. He and his men could have been back at camp, eating bacon and bread, gathered round a fire telling bawdy jokes and exaggerated tales of heroics. “But of course, I had to step forward. How bad could it be, I said, there’s been nothing in these woods for days. Well, this’ll teach me to play the safe card.” He muttered to himself as he narrowed his eyes, trying to work out what the thing in front of him was.
He’d barely finished speaking when he felt his feet leave the ground, and his whole body lurch forwards into the big blue swirl. He let out a yell, gripping his sword hard and trying to grab something – anything – to keep him where he was. No such luck, and in a few seconds he found himself flat on his face. He looked up, looking around and propping himself up on his elbows.
“Well, that an experience I’d care not to repeat.”
