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OOC Information:
Name: Liz/EC
Age: 38 years SO VERY OLD XD
Time Zone: PST
Preferred Contact Method: Discord: madwomanwithabox#1521
IC Information:
Reserve Link: Boom.
Character Name: Cyrano de Bergerac
Series: Cyrano de Bergerac (Martin Crimp theatrical adaptation)
Character History: Wiki for the source material.
However, this is a modern adaptation Cyrano comes from, which means his world is a pastiche of the current age and 1640s Paris. He speaks in mostly modern slang and parlance, understands modern technology and parlance, but most of the source material remains the same: his cousin is the first woman to attend university, she's being married off against her will, and Cyrano's attitudes towards women, while enlightened for his time, are colored by these attitudes and beliefs./;
Personality: Cyrano is a man first, a poet second, and a soldier third. One funnels into the other: his passion inspires his writing, and it is his writing that gives him strength and ferocity as a soldier...and it is his status and his skill as a soldier that is his protection when the vulnerability of the man comes into play.
As the victim of a facial deformity that makes him a target for mockery, Cyrano has a softer side as a result: he sympathizes with those who have been beaten down by life, he appreciates beauty beyond the superficial, and he finds far more worth in the inner worlds of others rather than their social standing, gender, or reputation. He thrives on human connection, and due to his lack of it in an intimate capacity he is highly sensitive to it. This makes him a violently loyal friend and a man with a huge capacity for love--so much so that it transcends his preference for women when he experiences a fleeting instant of intimacy with another man.
He relishes respect, but he doesn't want to be feared if he can help it--but fear alone keeps his fellow recruits in check and protects his fragile heart. He thrives on adulation and dreams of fame, but he is protective of his poetry, the deepest reflections of his soul--and he is left destitute due to his love of words when he pays his life savings to take a pretender off of the stage of the local theater, to say nothing of the moment he rejects the patronage of Cardinal Richelieu himself lest he be censored.
And he craves love, above all things--but has been broken by rejection, and would ultimately rather sacrifice his own happiness to see the object of his dearest affection find her own.
Abilities: Cyrano is an expert swordsman, marksman, and fighter, and once took on a hundred men with little more than a wound to his hand. He's also a master of the word, spoken and written--few can best him in a battle of wits, and he is an infamously gifted poet. Beyond that? Bog standard human.
Six Items: His military sidearm (with a clip full of ammo), a notebook containing some of his dearest poetry with room to fill it further, a photograph of Roxane, a beaten up copy of The Iliad, a flask of brandy, and a small pocket telescope.
Character Samples:
Sample 1: Cyrano commiserates with a fellow soldier.
Sample 2:
[When the feed comes to life, a stern face graces the network. The face would be handsome were it not for an overlarge nose marring otherwise ruggedly good looking features, distorting his profile and other portions of his features just enough to spoil their beauty.
His eyes, however, can't be spoiled--they're bright blue and glittering with intelligence, life--and no small measure of anger.]
Bonjour--hello.
[His French is flawless...and yet he speaks with a mostly Scottish accent. Go figure.]
I'm told I should introduce myself, and so I shall. Cyrano de Bergerac--I'm a cadet with the Gascogne.
[He moves to shut his device off...then stops himself, his features twisting with something nameless...
He thinks of someone he met on his arrival--the girl with the dark hair. The little silver violet.
He takes a breath--and this time, he makes an effort.]
I, ehm...I wouldn't mind meetin' some comrades in arms. [A beat.]
Or...perhaps...fellow poets and writers, if there be any among you. Merci--thank you in advance.
Name: Liz/EC
Age: 38 years SO VERY OLD XD
Time Zone: PST
Preferred Contact Method: Discord: madwomanwithabox#1521
IC Information:
Reserve Link: Boom.
Character Name: Cyrano de Bergerac
Series: Cyrano de Bergerac (Martin Crimp theatrical adaptation)
Character History: Wiki for the source material.
However, this is a modern adaptation Cyrano comes from, which means his world is a pastiche of the current age and 1640s Paris. He speaks in mostly modern slang and parlance, understands modern technology and parlance, but most of the source material remains the same: his cousin is the first woman to attend university, she's being married off against her will, and Cyrano's attitudes towards women, while enlightened for his time, are colored by these attitudes and beliefs./;
Personality: Cyrano is a man first, a poet second, and a soldier third. One funnels into the other: his passion inspires his writing, and it is his writing that gives him strength and ferocity as a soldier...and it is his status and his skill as a soldier that is his protection when the vulnerability of the man comes into play.
As the victim of a facial deformity that makes him a target for mockery, Cyrano has a softer side as a result: he sympathizes with those who have been beaten down by life, he appreciates beauty beyond the superficial, and he finds far more worth in the inner worlds of others rather than their social standing, gender, or reputation. He thrives on human connection, and due to his lack of it in an intimate capacity he is highly sensitive to it. This makes him a violently loyal friend and a man with a huge capacity for love--so much so that it transcends his preference for women when he experiences a fleeting instant of intimacy with another man.
He relishes respect, but he doesn't want to be feared if he can help it--but fear alone keeps his fellow recruits in check and protects his fragile heart. He thrives on adulation and dreams of fame, but he is protective of his poetry, the deepest reflections of his soul--and he is left destitute due to his love of words when he pays his life savings to take a pretender off of the stage of the local theater, to say nothing of the moment he rejects the patronage of Cardinal Richelieu himself lest he be censored.
And he craves love, above all things--but has been broken by rejection, and would ultimately rather sacrifice his own happiness to see the object of his dearest affection find her own.
Abilities: Cyrano is an expert swordsman, marksman, and fighter, and once took on a hundred men with little more than a wound to his hand. He's also a master of the word, spoken and written--few can best him in a battle of wits, and he is an infamously gifted poet. Beyond that? Bog standard human.
Six Items: His military sidearm (with a clip full of ammo), a notebook containing some of his dearest poetry with room to fill it further, a photograph of Roxane, a beaten up copy of The Iliad, a flask of brandy, and a small pocket telescope.
Character Samples:
Sample 1: Cyrano commiserates with a fellow soldier.
Sample 2:
[When the feed comes to life, a stern face graces the network. The face would be handsome were it not for an overlarge nose marring otherwise ruggedly good looking features, distorting his profile and other portions of his features just enough to spoil their beauty.
His eyes, however, can't be spoiled--they're bright blue and glittering with intelligence, life--and no small measure of anger.]
Bonjour--hello.
[His French is flawless...and yet he speaks with a mostly Scottish accent. Go figure.]
I'm told I should introduce myself, and so I shall. Cyrano de Bergerac--I'm a cadet with the Gascogne.
[He moves to shut his device off...then stops himself, his features twisting with something nameless...
He thinks of someone he met on his arrival--the girl with the dark hair. The little silver violet.
He takes a breath--and this time, he makes an effort.]
I, ehm...I wouldn't mind meetin' some comrades in arms. [A beat.]
Or...perhaps...fellow poets and writers, if there be any among you. Merci--thank you in advance.
