Post by Marguerite on Jan 9, 2009 1:40:24 GMT -5
Name: Richard "General" Wellesley
Age: Two or three centuries, looks to be a year or two around 30.
Gender: Male
Group: Marelock.
Occupation: Field officer in the LoS.
Appearance: “General” Wellesley is very tall, with incongruously curly hair he keeps short, a prominent, aquiline nose and very piercing grey eyes. He moves quite purposefully and quite quickly and is always in uniform. Since the LoS doesn’t have a uniform, this tends to be a British redcoat, because he likes being able to have pistols and still wear a dress sword.
Take a gander:
Personality: “General” Wellesley is generally very bluffly genial, but has little to no patience and thinks that shouting improves any situation, as will physical force. He does not suffer idiots lightly, will speak his mind even when it is a thoroughly stupid idea to do so and will let his temper get away with him at the slightest provocation. Richard is rather imperious at times, likes tea, distains creature comforts (aside from dressing like a spotless British redcoat) and hates anyone who won’t be proactive about things. Believes in shouting. Also takes thrashing out a solution a little too literally. Richard sets a grueling pace for himself and expects others under his command to do the same. If they are not under his command, he’s quite fine with whatever the hell it is they want to do, as long as they aren’t slow or idiotic about doing it. He himself is extremely neat and very tidy, extremely quick, very down-to-earth and attached more to his horse than to any human being, Dream, Nightmare or marelock. Richard tends to go into an odd version of a flamenco dance when happy (possibly picked up from his boss’s father) and tends to shoot at things when feeling any other extremity of emotion. If he likes you, you get a nickname, if he hates you, you also get a nickname, but often one accompanied by some horrible adjective before it.
Powers: Doesn’t really have any, which is why he likes guns. And canons. And swords. But mostly things that make satisfyingly loud noises and require gunpowder. As a result of liking them so much, he is extremely good at using them. Richard’s also very good with the hand-to-hand combat sort of thing and at riding. He’s very fond of doing horse-riding tricks when no one’s around to see him.
Other Information: His mother was from a well-off Nightmare family and had a minor indiscretion with a Dream, just to annoy her husband, whom she hated but just wouldn’t die, no matter how many times she poisoned his tea. Richard therefore grew up under rather inauspicious circumstances and learned to attack before he himself was attacked. This suits him fine, because he thinks most Dreams and Nightmares he meets are idiots who don’t deserve the prestige of pure pedigree and he can usually terrify people into thinking he’s a full-blooded Nightmare. He is extremely attached to his chestnut horse, Copenhagen, because said horse once bit his father. Richard and Copenhagen have been inseparable ever since.
Age: Two or three centuries, looks to be a year or two around 30.
Gender: Male
Group: Marelock.
Occupation: Field officer in the LoS.
Appearance: “General” Wellesley is very tall, with incongruously curly hair he keeps short, a prominent, aquiline nose and very piercing grey eyes. He moves quite purposefully and quite quickly and is always in uniform. Since the LoS doesn’t have a uniform, this tends to be a British redcoat, because he likes being able to have pistols and still wear a dress sword.
Take a gander:
Personality: “General” Wellesley is generally very bluffly genial, but has little to no patience and thinks that shouting improves any situation, as will physical force. He does not suffer idiots lightly, will speak his mind even when it is a thoroughly stupid idea to do so and will let his temper get away with him at the slightest provocation. Richard is rather imperious at times, likes tea, distains creature comforts (aside from dressing like a spotless British redcoat) and hates anyone who won’t be proactive about things. Believes in shouting. Also takes thrashing out a solution a little too literally. Richard sets a grueling pace for himself and expects others under his command to do the same. If they are not under his command, he’s quite fine with whatever the hell it is they want to do, as long as they aren’t slow or idiotic about doing it. He himself is extremely neat and very tidy, extremely quick, very down-to-earth and attached more to his horse than to any human being, Dream, Nightmare or marelock. Richard tends to go into an odd version of a flamenco dance when happy (possibly picked up from his boss’s father) and tends to shoot at things when feeling any other extremity of emotion. If he likes you, you get a nickname, if he hates you, you also get a nickname, but often one accompanied by some horrible adjective before it.
Powers: Doesn’t really have any, which is why he likes guns. And canons. And swords. But mostly things that make satisfyingly loud noises and require gunpowder. As a result of liking them so much, he is extremely good at using them. Richard’s also very good with the hand-to-hand combat sort of thing and at riding. He’s very fond of doing horse-riding tricks when no one’s around to see him.
Other Information: His mother was from a well-off Nightmare family and had a minor indiscretion with a Dream, just to annoy her husband, whom she hated but just wouldn’t die, no matter how many times she poisoned his tea. Richard therefore grew up under rather inauspicious circumstances and learned to attack before he himself was attacked. This suits him fine, because he thinks most Dreams and Nightmares he meets are idiots who don’t deserve the prestige of pure pedigree and he can usually terrify people into thinking he’s a full-blooded Nightmare. He is extremely attached to his chestnut horse, Copenhagen, because said horse once bit his father. Richard and Copenhagen have been inseparable ever since.
