Post by TYBALT SANS-GAUCHE on May 28, 2013 18:00:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #1f4579 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] At the end of the day you're another day colder FULL NAME: Born: Thibault Corentin Sellier now: Tybalt Sans-Gauche NICKNAMES: Crochet, Ty (only by Henri) HERITAGE: French AGE: 32 GROUP: Sacred Heart CANON: nope PLAYBY: Kilian O’Donoghue ----- PERSONALITY: Tybalt is quite a sarcastic, almost cynical fellow, which originates partly from an over-developed self-esteem paired with a rather glum outlook on life. That only got worse after his accident now ten years back, but he looked down on the world even before that. He is a definite non-nonsense guy, his humour, if it is there at all mostly blackest of black. Living by his own devices and caring for little but his own safety and wellbeing might make him appear cruel on the outside, but that indifference towards others doesn’t go bone-deep. Tybalt knows he has seen the darkest sides of this world, and it hasn’t exactly turned him into an philantrophist, but to those he cares for, he will give advice as much as he can. One of his definite weak spots is Henri, the noble sapling that calls himself leader of the Sacred Heart, though he’d be lost without Ty’s dry and often condescending guidance, that he is firmly convinced of. Still, you have to give that boy his dedication, if only he weren’t so rash and unthinking. Henri finally gives Ty a real cause to fight for and not just the prospect of being a thorn in the side of richer humanity and the crown. He isn’t one for much idealism, but Henri clearly got enough of that for them both. Who would have thought a few years earlier that he would find himself playing nanny to a blue-eyed, impulsive Blanquefort – and actually enjoying it most of the time?! APPEARANCE: He has a kind of dark and somber look about himself, aided by the way he mostly dresses in dark or black clothes and wears black kohl lines around his pale green eyes as a queer relic of war paint. Tybalt is also not the tallest with his 5’11, but he is more muscled and lean than sturdy. His hair is cropped short at the sides but a little longer on the top of his head, and together with his scrawny beard gives him that ruggedly handsome look of a man that can’t decide whether he wants to appear a villain or not. His most striking feature probably is the missing left hand which he lost in a gunpowder accident at Essonne where he worked. Now, he’s either covering the stump with a pice of leather, or he’s wearing a metal hook acting as a hand substitute, which earned him the nickname ‘Crochet’. You’d be surprised what a formidable weapon and tool such a hook can be, in some ways even better than a mere hand! GOALS: Tybalt doesn’t have quite so many high-set idealistic goals as his friend Henri, but he’d like to see the monarchy fall just so he can get his own little piece of revenge. They cost him his hand, he will cost him their crown. Tit for tat. He’d also like to live long enough to actually SEE that day, which is why he needs to keep a keen eye on Henri’s ‘flashes of inspiration’. Can’t have that boy running into their doom now, right? HISTORY: Born as Thibault Corentin Sellier as only son and first child to Jean-Baptiste Sellier and his wife Danielle, his first years were quite uneventful. His parents lived ordinary lives in the village of Corbeil-Essonnes, Jean-Baptiste working in the local gunpowder mill and Danielle being a housewife, caring for Thibault and her other child, little Marie. Ever since he was a little boy, Thibault couldn’t deny the fascination he felt for the place his father worked at, and especially for the product it created: gunpowder. That something looking like nothing but cold grey ashes could destroy whole houses and kill dozens if not hundreds of people was a work of wonder… but more connected to the devil than to God, he was sure. But like it always is... the lure of the dark, the dangerous was strong, and Thibault dreamt of one day being the master of this craft, not only packing and stocking the powder ready for delivery like his father did, but creating it. As he grew older and was thought fit enough to work at the age of fourteen, Thibault was enlisted to the Gunpowder factory as well, and he soon showed a keen interest as well as a fine mind for the art that was the creation of gunpowder. At the age of eighteen he was taken on the special work unit that were engaged in experiments on how to make the mixture of gunpowder even more effective than it already was. It was a job for the adventurous yet level-headed, and you had to go at it with some kind of fatalism, because you never knew if you might leave the laboratory again in the evening, or at least in one piece. It was there and then Thibault’s character was first shaped into the man he is now, fatalistic and with a black humour hardly equalled in his surroundings. As it happened, the adventurous and ambitional side of him was more developed than his level-headedness, Thibault wanted to create the ultimate weapon, a powder so effective and deadly that whole wars could be decided with it – and he had to pay a price for this ambition that had been very much driven by the authorities he had worked for. In the year 1822 when he had just turned 22, Thibault went one step too far, and his experiment blew up on him in the very meaning of the word. He had several guardian angels looking out for him that day, for the explosion tore his left hand to pieces, but otherwise left him unharmed, except for a slight lung damage that leaves him exhausted after too much physical strain. After that, Thibault’s life was never to be the same again. Scolded for his dangerous ‘foolhardiness’ all the blame was shoved on him, and he was expelled from the Gunpowder Factory in disgrace. It was only then he realized how far they had pushed him in his strife, and now when he would have needed them they dropped him and left him to fend for himself. Embittered as he was, he decided to turn his back on this government and crown who had forged him into the master of a deadly creation, and he made for the wilderness, becoming a tramp and guerill fighter, damaging the government where he could. Like this he lived for several years, adopting the nom de guerre Tybalt Sans-Gauche, until he made the acquaintance of a young man, hardly more than a boy, the local noble spawn called Henri Roquefeuil-Blanquefort – a name you couldn’t pronounce without twisting your tongue into an irreparable knot – who fancied himself being a rebel and a better man than his father the Vicomte who had the patch under an iron rule. After their first involuntary run-in, Henri came to visit Tybalt more often, and through him – as Tybalt is convinced – began to fancy the life of some kind of romantic rebellion hero. Just that this was easier said than done, and Tybalt would have never thought the lad would actually do it – until one day now two years back Henri became the Vicomte after his father had died. He produced the idea of forming some sort of rebel group consisting of the few tramps Tybalt had under his wing as well as some ‘friends’ of Henri himself, and they set up a camp in the forest. Ever since then, Tybalt has divided his time between reining in his young attachée and actually trying to make some of the ideas he has work. It is time-consuming, but finally even he has the impression that he’s doing something remotely useful with his life. And who knows… maybe Henri with all his dreams will make a difference in the end, and they both really get to see that rebellion and the following republic. ----- ALIAS: Gwen AGE: 25 GENDER: female OTHER CHARACTERS: Too many to put here… HOW DID YOU FIND US: I think it was because of a killer… or was it a ‘slayer’? anyway… something dangerous and deadly! ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: -- And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
