Post by Rebel on May 3, 2016 22:48:15 GMT -5
Player: Rebel
Best Contact Method(s): PM
Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Yes
Character Name: Michel Blackthorne
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthdate: November 3rd, 1402
City / Region: Oria, Nacimiento
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Blackthorne
Played by: Max Irons
Appearance: Michel was at once gifted and cursed for his fair features. His hair adopted a natural curl that makes his groomed appearance perpetually look unkempt, though the brown had taken in some sunlight which drew out golden highlights. His face, and skin, are both rather soft, making the Blackthorne man seem younger, and perhaps less threatening. Over time he has learned to wield that as a strength, rather than allow it to define him as a weakness, but it still offers interesting first opinions. He is vaguely aware that he is easy on the eyes, but has never been the type to flaunt himself mercilessly. His eyes seem brown at a distance, but one will notice the deep shade of grey blue when they stand near to speak with him.
Personality: Michel's two most defining features are his eloquence, and his aptitude towards commerce and the family business that is the bank. It is clear that Michel is an intelligent individual, not prone to respond on emotion and rather making well thought out arguments. He is not afraid of new ventures or social situations, and in any problem he is more likely to sit and think out an elaborate situation than to get frustrated and give up.
His loyalty is also not to be called into question; he would move his life into whatever direction was given him by Remy to further the cause. he trusts that his brother knows his strengths and preferences, and would play to those. He is, all around, a good heir to his brother, and while he wonders if ever there will be a time when Remy has children, he looks forward to there being young blood in their family again.
Finally, though not a Knight, Michel has received more than adequate training with sword, horse, and bow, making him a well rounded warrior should a given situation call for those skills. He prefers to keep these competences quiet, so as to allow others again to underestimate him, to believe him only a scholar, a gold-counter, without dimensions. Such would be their loss, as Michel's instincts with the swords are great, and he has little hesitation when he duels.
His sense of humour is more an inclusive laughter, where he joins into a joke already made, or tacks on a smart quip. He does not employ crude language where it is uncalled for, and doesn't frequently give in to the temptation of drinking oneself into oblivion. His mind is his sharpest tool and there was little use to wasting it. An opportunist to the end, Michel is tirelessly considering the next step, the next opportunity. His order of priorities is: family > economy > community > allies.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Character History: Born one of the youngest of House Blackthorne's main line, it was fairly obvious that Michel would never go wanting for anything. He was raised into the wealth that their family is known for, and has never known anything but. He was oblivious to the level of comfort he was privy to, it being superior to many even other noble houses, until he was much older. Until such a time, he was like any child might, enjoying the games, the training, the lessons, though slacking off where he could manage it; he didn't take anything too seriously.
Once he approached a more capable age, he understood that his family had lost siblings and parents, he understood there had been loss, but given the life of a noble was not born in warmth and companionship, Michel was able to roll past it without much grief. He might not have truly comprehended what death meant, but it wasn't so bad as to mark him. Later he would come to regret having not realized, having not mourned, being so okay with his losses, but the child at least was whole.
As he reached double digits of age, the fun in his life seemed to slowly be sucked away, replaced by manners of responsibility, of training, things that were more demanding on his time and his efforts. At first, he bucked this idea, but his brother was firmly insistent. Michel realized that he was skilled, he was gifted, he was a capable learner in all manners be they combat measures, be they intellectual topics, be they the basics of commerce. He absorbed concepts with ease, and soon it became a pastime of his to learn the most he could, to practice, to best his brother's challenges for him.
Eventually, in his teen years, it became clear that the two brothers had their own individual skills. Michel was less interested and evidently less skilled in politics, in espionage, in more curious things than Remy, and Gabriel even, could do. While he was in awe of their talents, he was content to have his own. He in turn seemed to be able to gild the lily with ease, to persuade others to agree to a mutually beneficial deal, to sell his ideas and his plans.
As for his relationship with his sisters, Michel thought they were rather different entity. Neither of them had as much interest or knowledge in commerce, and the both of them seemed to have the same political inclination, and mysterious "never know what they are up to" quality about them. Just as with his brothers, Michel would keep in enough contact with them to be helpful if required, and to be apprised at least to a certain level of the family's goings-on. He was too young to comment on Helene and her marriage - or husband specifically - and in Adele's case, he wagers "buyer's beware" if any man were to mess with her - she certainly could handle her own. Otherwise, he found little in common with them, and preferred to live and let live.
Without realizing it, he'd become the man his brother had chosen him to be. His personality, his strengths, for the most part, were his brother's design. Given that he had not been asked to do anything he felt uncomfortable with - although he has chosen to ignore or look aside in certain matters - and that he has continued to live in the affluence and progressive lifestyle of his House, Michel has little complaints. He is not incapable of saying "No" to Remy, but his brother knows also how to get what he wants, and the two are largely on the same team.
A grown man now, with some ambitions he believes to be his own, he looks forward to accomplishing great things; generally in the manner of growing the Bank, but also to try and counter-balance the negative stigma he sometimes feels is associated with House Blackthorne. He believes that to achieve both those things would drive the House into further and long-lasting greatness. Romance, settling down, politics, becoming a farmer, basically changing his lifestyle at all... none of it is on the man's radar.
Writing Sample: Daario was pacing. He was restless. There were Rohari in the capital. Here, under his nose, socializing as though they were one among the proper nobility, as though they were welcomed. He could not stand to see them walking around, safe, confident. Now that he knew their presence, he needed to put action into motion, but such actions needed careful consideration. He'd been pondering a few strategies, a few ideas, but nothing had been decided. Every day that passed, however, he felt opportunity slipping from his fingers. Urgency drove past his logic centres, and he needed to know whether he would have support on an action, or if he would be on his own to deal with the savages.
Zianna had come into the room and he did not even notice at first. He was expecting her to be in the home somewhere, so wasn't concerned by the sound of movement in the background while he paced. Her words startled him just as much as he had, apparently, startled her. He looked up, confusion clear in his eyes, looking towards his sister. Recognition dawned, he knew now whom was addressing him, but it took him a moment to realize what she had said. "Oh, sure, nothing is wrong," he spoke, waving a hand dismissively. It wasn't exactly the answer she asked for, but he sought to dispel any concern she might have.
"Just trying to think... why? Is something wrong?" He parroted her question, looking at Zianna curiously, trying to figure out why she was jumpy as him. Was she also lost in thought?
Best Contact Method(s): PM
Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Yes
Character Name: Michel Blackthorne
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthdate: November 3rd, 1402
City / Region: Oria, Nacimiento
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Blackthorne
Played by: Max Irons
Appearance: Michel was at once gifted and cursed for his fair features. His hair adopted a natural curl that makes his groomed appearance perpetually look unkempt, though the brown had taken in some sunlight which drew out golden highlights. His face, and skin, are both rather soft, making the Blackthorne man seem younger, and perhaps less threatening. Over time he has learned to wield that as a strength, rather than allow it to define him as a weakness, but it still offers interesting first opinions. He is vaguely aware that he is easy on the eyes, but has never been the type to flaunt himself mercilessly. His eyes seem brown at a distance, but one will notice the deep shade of grey blue when they stand near to speak with him.
Personality: Michel's two most defining features are his eloquence, and his aptitude towards commerce and the family business that is the bank. It is clear that Michel is an intelligent individual, not prone to respond on emotion and rather making well thought out arguments. He is not afraid of new ventures or social situations, and in any problem he is more likely to sit and think out an elaborate situation than to get frustrated and give up.
His loyalty is also not to be called into question; he would move his life into whatever direction was given him by Remy to further the cause. he trusts that his brother knows his strengths and preferences, and would play to those. He is, all around, a good heir to his brother, and while he wonders if ever there will be a time when Remy has children, he looks forward to there being young blood in their family again.
Finally, though not a Knight, Michel has received more than adequate training with sword, horse, and bow, making him a well rounded warrior should a given situation call for those skills. He prefers to keep these competences quiet, so as to allow others again to underestimate him, to believe him only a scholar, a gold-counter, without dimensions. Such would be their loss, as Michel's instincts with the swords are great, and he has little hesitation when he duels.
His sense of humour is more an inclusive laughter, where he joins into a joke already made, or tacks on a smart quip. He does not employ crude language where it is uncalled for, and doesn't frequently give in to the temptation of drinking oneself into oblivion. His mind is his sharpest tool and there was little use to wasting it. An opportunist to the end, Michel is tirelessly considering the next step, the next opportunity. His order of priorities is: family > economy > community > allies.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Economics
- Negotiations
- Well-rounded soldier
- Multilingual
Character History: Born one of the youngest of House Blackthorne's main line, it was fairly obvious that Michel would never go wanting for anything. He was raised into the wealth that their family is known for, and has never known anything but. He was oblivious to the level of comfort he was privy to, it being superior to many even other noble houses, until he was much older. Until such a time, he was like any child might, enjoying the games, the training, the lessons, though slacking off where he could manage it; he didn't take anything too seriously.
Once he approached a more capable age, he understood that his family had lost siblings and parents, he understood there had been loss, but given the life of a noble was not born in warmth and companionship, Michel was able to roll past it without much grief. He might not have truly comprehended what death meant, but it wasn't so bad as to mark him. Later he would come to regret having not realized, having not mourned, being so okay with his losses, but the child at least was whole.
As he reached double digits of age, the fun in his life seemed to slowly be sucked away, replaced by manners of responsibility, of training, things that were more demanding on his time and his efforts. At first, he bucked this idea, but his brother was firmly insistent. Michel realized that he was skilled, he was gifted, he was a capable learner in all manners be they combat measures, be they intellectual topics, be they the basics of commerce. He absorbed concepts with ease, and soon it became a pastime of his to learn the most he could, to practice, to best his brother's challenges for him.
Eventually, in his teen years, it became clear that the two brothers had their own individual skills. Michel was less interested and evidently less skilled in politics, in espionage, in more curious things than Remy, and Gabriel even, could do. While he was in awe of their talents, he was content to have his own. He in turn seemed to be able to gild the lily with ease, to persuade others to agree to a mutually beneficial deal, to sell his ideas and his plans.
As for his relationship with his sisters, Michel thought they were rather different entity. Neither of them had as much interest or knowledge in commerce, and the both of them seemed to have the same political inclination, and mysterious "never know what they are up to" quality about them. Just as with his brothers, Michel would keep in enough contact with them to be helpful if required, and to be apprised at least to a certain level of the family's goings-on. He was too young to comment on Helene and her marriage - or husband specifically - and in Adele's case, he wagers "buyer's beware" if any man were to mess with her - she certainly could handle her own. Otherwise, he found little in common with them, and preferred to live and let live.
Without realizing it, he'd become the man his brother had chosen him to be. His personality, his strengths, for the most part, were his brother's design. Given that he had not been asked to do anything he felt uncomfortable with - although he has chosen to ignore or look aside in certain matters - and that he has continued to live in the affluence and progressive lifestyle of his House, Michel has little complaints. He is not incapable of saying "No" to Remy, but his brother knows also how to get what he wants, and the two are largely on the same team.
A grown man now, with some ambitions he believes to be his own, he looks forward to accomplishing great things; generally in the manner of growing the Bank, but also to try and counter-balance the negative stigma he sometimes feels is associated with House Blackthorne. He believes that to achieve both those things would drive the House into further and long-lasting greatness. Romance, settling down, politics, becoming a farmer, basically changing his lifestyle at all... none of it is on the man's radar.
Writing Sample: Daario was pacing. He was restless. There were Rohari in the capital. Here, under his nose, socializing as though they were one among the proper nobility, as though they were welcomed. He could not stand to see them walking around, safe, confident. Now that he knew their presence, he needed to put action into motion, but such actions needed careful consideration. He'd been pondering a few strategies, a few ideas, but nothing had been decided. Every day that passed, however, he felt opportunity slipping from his fingers. Urgency drove past his logic centres, and he needed to know whether he would have support on an action, or if he would be on his own to deal with the savages.
Zianna had come into the room and he did not even notice at first. He was expecting her to be in the home somewhere, so wasn't concerned by the sound of movement in the background while he paced. Her words startled him just as much as he had, apparently, startled her. He looked up, confusion clear in his eyes, looking towards his sister. Recognition dawned, he knew now whom was addressing him, but it took him a moment to realize what she had said. "Oh, sure, nothing is wrong," he spoke, waving a hand dismissively. It wasn't exactly the answer she asked for, but he sought to dispel any concern she might have.
"Just trying to think... why? Is something wrong?" He parroted her question, looking at Zianna curiously, trying to figure out why she was jumpy as him. Was she also lost in thought?
