Post by vivalagarf on Mar 29, 2012 20:00:40 GMT -5
Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy
FULL NAME AND TITLE: Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy
GOES BY: Mr. Darcy
AGE: 28
CLASS: Upper
OCCUPATION: Gentleman
OF THE --- FAMILY: Darcy
POSITION IN FAMILY: Only Son
FINANCES: £10000/Year
FACE CLAIM: Matthew Macfadyen
EYE COLOR: Shockingly Grayish-Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3" and built quite well for a man who doesn't necessarily do much physical labor.
DESCRIPTION: At first glance Fitzwilliam Darcy is distractingly handsome. Measuring in around the height of six feet and three inches he is often the tallest man in the room, a distinction that often brings the vision of those around him to rest on his personage. His height, however, is not the only physical attribute that separates him from the norm. Darcy’s eyes disarmingly blue, with a touch of grey, akin to a summer’s sky that has been threatened by clouds. They are often calculating and to most seemingly cold, though it is simply a distance instilled by the trials and tribulations that he has been through during his life.
His hair is a dark chocolate, and often styled and cut in a most fashionable way. His face his clean shaven and distinguished, the lines of his nose, jaw and cheeks quite suitable for a man of his heritage. His lips, though quite full, are often found in a straight line or in a scowl, rarely ever forming the curves of a smile. Darcy’s brow is often found in furrow, be it from vexation or concentration. He is an impeccably dressed and groomed man that pays close attention to the styles that are in fashion. He prefers dark blues and charcoals to most colors.
PERSONALITY: One of the many things that Fitzwilliam Darcy does not want for is personality. He is of a snobbish nature, having been raised amongst the best of the best, he knows himself to be included in that section of society and feels no need to have anything to do with those lesser than himself. He can be considered haughty and reserved, quite fastidious and aloof, having a style of manner that is quite refined, but not inviting to mostly anyone. He easily offends people and thinks little to nothing about it, caring only of the opinion of his closest friends and some of his relatives.
Beneath all of that, though, lies a man of good morals and care. Just because he doesn’t wish to socialize with those he considers below himself, it does not mean he is unaware of their plights. He is generous to most and takes good care of the tenants that live on his land. He loves his sister more than anything in the world and would do absolutely anything for her or to protector. His friends are just as important, specifically one Mister Bingley, whom he shares a close relationship with.
RESIDENCE: Pemberley House, near Lambton,Derbyshire
FAMILY MEMBERS: Mr. Darcy The Elder - Father - Deceased
Lady Anne Fitzwilliam Darcy - Mother - Deceased
Gorginia Darcy - Sister - 16
Colonel Fitzwilliam - Cousin - 29
HISTORY: Fitzwilliam Darcy was born to Mister George Darcy and Lady Anne Fitzwilliam Darcy in the early summer of 1783. He had been an easy pregnancy, Lady Anne’s first, but his birth proved to be much more difficult, as if the nine months worth of hardness that she had missed decided to catch up with the great Lady at the last moment. All in all, though, things ended up well, with Fitzwilliam being born quite healthy and his mother managing to survive the birth.
He was the pride and joy of his parents for several years. His mother proud that she had born a young master to the Pemberley Estate so quickly in their marriage and his father doting. Fitzwilliam was a bright child and handsome from the very beginning. Pride was introduced into his life on his christening day, a event of some note, and became a standard for the rest of it.
Somewhere around his seventh year a new steward was introduced to the Darcy estate and with him came another young lad, a young Wickham. The boys hit it off from the start, much to Lady Darcy’s disdain (as the boy was far below Fitzwilliam‘s stats), and a fast friendship occurred. It would continue to grow over the years, as would George Darcy’s affections for the young Wickham. It was soon apparent to everyone that the Elder Darcy preferred his young ward in favor of the son that had been born to him. Noting this Fitzwilliam soon spent more time with his mother and less time with his father or friend, easily mimicking the prideful and prejudice ways of Lady Darcy.
When he was twelve years tragedy struck, and on delivering young Fitzwilliam’s sister into the world, Lady Anne died, having experienced even more difficulties with the birth of her daughter. Mournful of his loss, Fitzwilliam soon became attached to his sister, finding her to be his most favored companion. As he grew so did she, George kind and loving to them both, but more caring for the young Wickham.
In the early part of his twenties a fated meeting occurred between one Charles Bingley and Fitzwilliam. A friendship much stronger than the one between Wickham and Fitzwilliam quickly formed, and has proved quite permanent. It has always been Darcy’s hope that Georgina and Charles would wed.
In his twenty-third year the Elder Darcy died, leaving Pemberley in the hands of Fitzwilliam. It was then, in Darcy's opinion, that the young Wickham’s attitude changed quite quickly and the man began to show his true colors. After not being given what he had wanted, Wickham made for the hand of Georgina, hoping to obtain more of the Darcy fortune by doing so. His plan failed, however, and he quickly broke the heart of the young woman, sparking the ire of Fitzwilliam.
Things have begun to settle once again, though, and Darcy has been invited to the country side with his closest friend, Mr. Bingley, and Bingley's sister. What Charles hopes to find there, Darcy has no idea, but for the sake of friendship and entertainment, he has agreed to go.
YOUR NAME: Jack
YOUR AGE: In my twenties
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: About eight years
YOUR SAMPLE: Laundry was never anything to sign up for. There was nothing calming about the practice that included the removal of dead skin cells and body salts from clothing, and the fluff cycle. But alas it was a must and this week it was Henry’s turn to do said laundry. It was his evening off and so far he had spent it playing X-box, eating an oversized bowl of now soggy cereal, and laying about with the dogs while prank phone calling his brother anonymously at the bakery. Just because he hated him didn’t mean he had to take it like a man, there was no point in being entirely mature when it came to siblings fighting. There was nothing else to do between laundry cycles besides bother Jasper or watch short videos on YouTube. He sometimes wished the whole process could be sonic and everything could be done instantaneous so he didn’t have to wait till the last minute when his and Kate’s laundry was piled so high that they could get into their closet.
He opened the foyer closet where they had the small washer and dryer stored out of sight. A year after they moved into the place Henry was tired of having to go to a Laundromat or his father’s to do laundry and so he built in a closet and had the machines installed to make life a bit easier. Definitely well worth it in the long run since he could still watch television while Eyes still glued to the television screen he began pulling the still warm laundry from the dryer and shoving as much of it into the basket as he could as he walked back to the couch. He stumbled over a rope dog toy that belonged to one of the lazy beings that bookended either ends of the couch. He plopped down between them absentmindedly folding the laundry and piling it up on the coffee table in front of him. He knew Kate was going to be home shortly and he wanted to at least have time to tidy up from his unproductive afternoon lying about and put the laundry away. Plans never worked out in Henry’s favor, which was something that he had been plagued with since he was younger. First it was getting the new bike when he was ten on Christmas and then the next day find out the wheels had been stolen, or culinary school and opening his own restaurant—that blew up in his face, or most recently with the bakery and Jasper. Well he was plagued for sure. He didn’t realize how far it extended into his domestic tasks until he finished folding the laundry and realized everything in the pile had a tinting of orange in it, not even a flattering orange either.
“oh jeezus..damn damn damn shhiiit!” He began pacing back and forth trying to figure out what he could do to reverse the effects although he had seen it in movies before and knew it was damn near impossible. He shoved all the folded clothing back into the washing machine and poured with an unsteady hand what he hopped was a cup of detergent. He slammed the door shut with a glance at the clock and then began moving around the apartment trying to clean up the best he could not noticing the machine began to suds out around the bottm of the door.
He was in the bedroom, finally making the bed, when he heard the front door open and close. He cursed under his breath as his whipped off his shirt and pulled another out of the drawer. If he were given the opportunity he could wear the same outfit and lay about on the couch for a number of days. But Kate made sure that didn’t happen. He headed into the other room, pulling the shirt down and folding his arms across his chest. “Hey your home.” He said in a slightly high pitched nervous voice as he glanced around the apartment behind him making sure everything was in order. “You hungry? Want me to make something or take out?” He smiled at Kate, genuinely happy to have her home. Kate was everything to him and if the fifteen years that he put into the relationship didn’t show that then the way his face always lit up when she was around definitely did. You’d probably expect for two people as happy as they were with as much time as they had under the belt to be married. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried, he had proposed a number of five times and she turned him down every time. He smiled at her again before letting the smile slip from his face as he looked where she was looking at the laundry machine.
“Oh…okay I…I can fix this.” He said as he gave Kate a sorry look as he went around the corner to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He was moving quickly which generally wasn’t a good thing especially when he was excited since it usually ended in more of a disaster than the thing that got him excited in the first place. Unfortunately since things not going his way were a common occurrence, there was no way for him to blame the mishap on stress. Stress that he was getting mostly from work and in particular stress the coincided with recent developments with his brother. Henry always had a problem with Jasper; they fell out long ago and never chose to mend it when they got older. It was just another crack in the ice when Jasper inherited the bakery and not Henry. It was devastating news and since then he had been making hell for Jasper whenever he could. He got down in front of the machine, cursing all the while, and began sopping up the suds only to be met with more of them sputtering out of the machine. The machine was a front loader, which at the time was an awesome find especially because Henry was always fond of watching the machine spin round and round when he couldn’t think straight or need to put his mind in order. The downside was that it was an older machine and didn’t always work properly. He decided in the moment that the only way to stop the wash from spewing suds was to stop it all together. And with that thought Henry opened the machine only to be drenched with suds and water and stray yellow tainted garments. He sat there taking in the comical play out of the scene with nothing but self loathing and wiped his face to rid it of the suds that covered it. ”…I can explain this.”
