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gothelproof) wrote2015-03-03 12:42 am
gothelproof) wrote2015-03-03 12:42 am
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Player Name: Jade.
Timezone: Central
Current Characters: NA.
Character: Eugene “Flynn Rider” Fitzherbert.
Fandom/Series: Tangled.
Original or Alternate Universe: Original.
Canon Used: Tangled Disney film + Tangled Ever After short.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Appearance: Drop dead handsome.
Personality:
I, Flynn Rider, am a self made man.
That’s one of the quintessential qualities that make me who I am today. I’ve found out that when the boundaries of who you are are ignored and replaced with who you want to be, life has a habit of working itself out. I’m also a man not afraid of change, because I’ve taught myself that change is the thing to do to achieve your dreams – remember that, kids! Being adept at changing paves the way to some of my… shall we say… bolder goals (such as owning my own castle, or living on my own private beach buried up to my nose in gold). I must say, rewriting the rules for life is the best decision I’ve ever made.
Rewriting the rules, though, means I often reconsider right and wrong. I don’t like to be one of the mindless sheep following along with the rest of the kingdom, so I choose to handle things on a more case-by-case basis. I’m not willing to lock myself into any set ways that might interfere with doing whatever I want whenever I want. Unfortunately the rest of the kingdom (as well as Luministi, I’m sure) and I don’t see quite eye to eye on this, which can lead to some disagreements when I decide to just take what I think I deserve. In my defense, I might not have a quiver of moral indecision over stealing a priceless crown from the kingdom itself, but on the other hand I wouldn’t dream of doing something to hurt Blondie. Exploiting people who would exploit me, though? Sure, you’ve got me – I don’t have any qualms about leaving them to the guards.
Speaking of exploitation, I’m not a man who is above a little manipulation. When a few of the right words in the right ears mean extracting myself from a sticky situation with no harm to me, I’m all for lying and twisting things around to make people do what I want. I wouldn’t do that to Blondie at this point, but anyone else is fair game.
I’ll just say this now and clear things up – Blondie is an exception to a lot of things. I normally don’t do back story. I’m not interested in anyone else’s and I am not interested in other people finding out about mine. I keep to myself, and I’ve found that doing that allows me to get where I want to a lot more easily. Fewer complications that way. Blondie knows the real me (it sort of comes with the territory of the whole marriage thing, even if I do try to keep a few of my secrets), but I will never give anyone else that privilege. I can’t even fathom the circumstances that might lead to doing that. I’ve got a problem with trust, as you can probably tell. Not trusting people is one of those harder lessons life has taught me.
My trust issues aside, there aren’t a lot of situations involving a little physical danger that I’m not willing to throw myself into. I’ve learned that a good attitude will get me through almost anything. If I’m stealing a priceless crown and a guard sneezes, I’m not going to cringe and worry about getting caught – I’ll wish him gesundheit and be on my merry way. I like to face every challenge I come across with the mindset that the day is going to be amazing.
Going along with that carefree attitude, I have a habit of not using the names people have been given. There’s Blondie, whose nickname made a lot more sense before I cut her hair. Then there’s her frog. He’s green and has a tongue. I don’t see why that chameleon label needs to be applied. I do that for everything, and it’s gotten me into trouble a few times. I’d rather not slow down enough to go through the efforts of learning people’s names (though I do know Blondie’s), and anyone calling me out on it will be ignored. I don’t really care what your name is – it’s another piece of back story you and I could really do without.
You can figure out what I hate from a lot of the above. Feeling trapped by my former life is a big hate, so I’ve developed a dislike for back story. But what do I love? Reading, for one. Blondie, for another. There’s no one else who I have quite an attachment to. I’d do anything for that girl, even if it means dying. I will put aside of lot of my philosophies if it means maybe seeing her get a chance to live happily. It’s probably the only sappy thing about me you’ll find. There have been a lot of girls I could play with just a little of my famous smolder, but at this point I respect Blondie too much to do more than tease her. She represents a lot of the things that I admire in a person. She’s determined to reach her goals, just like me, but she takes an approach to it that tries to make everyone happy. She’s hardworking, kind, a little ditzy (not to mention naïve), and through it all she’s amazingly cheerful about the lot she has in life. All of that together adds up to why Blondie is the exception to a lot of my rules and why I’d protect her at any cost if she made it to Luministi as well.
Rapunzel really is my new dream. And I won’t let that dream be shattered.
Strengths/Abilities: As a swashbuckling adventurer, I’m a fair hand with a sword and able to hold my own in any sword fight. Thanks to Blondie I’m not too bad with a pan, either – I’ve got to get me one of my own. I’m also fairly agile, a good runner with high endurance, amazing at climbing, and I can ride a horse well enough. I also have what I like to call the smolder – which works 9 out of 10 times for rendering my female opponents helpless to my charms.
Weaknesses: Being human, I’m afraid. I burn, freeze, and smolder just like any other man.
History: I could bore you with the details of my life before the last two, depressingly short days before my death, but you don’t really want to hear about all that, do you? Yes? Well, if you insist.
I’ll start with the orphanage. I began my life there as Eugene Fitzherbert, a remarkably below-average boy who had drawn a lot in life so heart-string tugging that even the most grizzled of old nuns might shed a tear or two. Instead of dwell on it, I contented myself with reading about the amazing adventures of Flynnagin Rider – a man who could do anything, go anywhere! A man who had the sort of life I’d always wished for. Eventually I asked myself, ‘Eugene? What exactly is stopping you from doing that, too?’
Well, the name, for one. Eugene? It had to go. If I was going to be a swashbuckling, debonair adventurer, I had to have a real name. Old Flynnagin was probably finished with his name at that time, so I stole it. I became Flynn Rider the day I left the orphanage, thus starting the first day of the rest of my life! As Flynn Rider, I picked up the odd ‘job’ here and there. Completely unorthodox, every one of them, but that was fine with me. As long as they moved me from point a (that being the depressing days of Eugene Fitzherbert), to point b (that being lord of my own island and, if possible, buried in gold up to my nose), I accepted anything that came my way.
By the time I reached my twenty-sixth birthday I had developed something of a stunning reputation if I do say so myself. An outstanding enough one, in fact, that I was propositioned by the Stabington brothers to do a job that could have me set for life. Some may question my wisdom in accepting, but really. What’s not to trust about fellows with names like that? I, of course, planned to leave them to the guards at the first opportunity, so it wasn’t any skin off my back if they had similar plans that weren’t as up to snuff.
Back on topic.
The job those lovable brothers had in mind involved scaling the castle in the kingdom of Corona and snatching up the lost princess’ tiara. The princess wasn’t around and couldn’t use it. It was gathering dust year after year! Can you really blame me for wanting to put it to good use? Using some of my more amazing skills, I snatched the tiara and ran with it with half the kingdom hard on my trail. With some sleight of hand, I managed to relieve the Stabingtons of the tiara and continue on alone, leaving them to the palace guards’ tender mercies. I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for the captain of the guard’s horse. Part bloodhound, part terrifying gnashing teeth, that horse chased me straight off a cliff and would have caught me even after that if I hadn’t come across Blondie’s tower.
I climbed the tower in record time (finally somewhere I was certain that horse couldn’t reach me), and was alone at last with my ticket to riches and a nice suntan on my very own private island. I actually don’t remember much directly after that. It might have something to do with the pan Blondie clocked me with the moment I dropped my guard. When I woke up, there she was, pan in hand and frog on shoulder, ready to destroy my memory one swing at a time if I didn’t give her what she wanted. And holding my crown hostage…!
I was forced to oblige her. We started out that very day on Blondie’s first real adventure into the outside world to see the lantern-thing that the queen and kind did every year for the missing princess. It was something of a forbidden road trip for her, so I spent the first half of our trip pointing out all of the reasons why it would be best for everyone if we went right back to the tower, got me back the crown, and parted ways as unlikely friends. She wouldn’t have any of that, though. Blondie was made of tougher stuff. I even introduced her to some of the hardest criminals I knew of at the Snuggly Duckling tavern, but to no avail! We had a sing along with the thugs before we left!
We left the tavern with the (understandably) disgruntled Stabingtons and the palace guards on our trail. Due to some poor judgment on the horse’s part, Blondie and I ended up trapped in a flooding tunnel after barely avoiding a falling pillar of stone. There was no way out. To try to keep Blondie from thinking about our horrible death too much, I let her in on my secret and told her my real name. She was the first person I had ever confided in, and in turn she let me in on her secret. Her glowing hair saved the day, leading us to the only loose rubble in the tunnel and allowing us to break free out into sweet, sweet air.
That night Blondie showed me that her magic hair could also heal, working her magic on a gash I had acquired on my hand in the tunnel. I didn’t freak out! Much. The following morning the horse caught up to us, but through Blondie’s way with people and her frog’s tough guy act, the horse agreed not to drag me back to the palace guards. I spent the entire day together with Blondie in the city, hiding from the guards and exploring the city. The more time we spent together, the more I realized that I was developing a certain amount of attachment to Blondie. By the end of the night, I was sure that I was falling for her. I wanted the night to be the best it could, so I bought two paper lanterns for us to send up with the others, borrowed a boat, and made sure she had the best seat available. Everything went amazingly. It was the perfect evening, and when she tried to return the tiara to me I realized that it had stopped being what was most important to me a while ago. I was just leaning in for a kiss when I saw them – the Stabbington brothers. Determined to put things right, I decided to put our evening on hold long enough to give the crown back to them and keep them from being a danger to Blondie.
Unfortunately, they weren’t after the crown anymore. Someone had tipped them off about Blondie’s magic hair and they were ready to take the magic for themselves.
I’d like to say I fought valiantly and won the day, returning to Blondie to go back to right where we left off, but there’s only so much I can do against one fellow built like a troll, much less two. I woke up tied to a boat just in time to realize the danger Blondie was in. The following morning I found out that I was to be hanged for my crimes (Corona takes borrowing crowns far too seriously). Ironically, I passed the Stabington duo on my way to the gallows, and through some gentle persuasion discovered that it was Blondie’s mother who had ordered the thugs to jump us. I would have never been able to warn her if the thugs from the Snuggly Duckling hadn’t shown up to literally catapult me to safety. The horse, if you’ll believe it, was the one who orchestrated the entire rescue.
Together we raced straight to Blondie’s tower. Once again, I climbed up to the window to end my adventure the same way it had begun. Blondie’s mother was waiting there, and as soon as I stepped inside she stabbed me through with her dagger. I knew I didn’t have much time left, so when the old lady allowed Blondie to try to save me, I cut her hair, severing the magic and saving Blondie from an eternity of enslavement.
Then… I died.
And woke up here, in Luministi.
What followed that was a short stint in the town before things got crazy and I ended up back home again. I finished up that lovely adventure with surviving Gothel's attempt on my life and taking Rapunzel back to Corona where she was reunited with her family. You'd think it all ended there, but two years down the road after what seemed like eons of courting the girl of my dreams, trying to live down my former life of Flynn Rider, and working at learning how to make an honest living... I finally asked Rapunzel to marry me. I won't lie by saying that didn't lead to a whirlwind of mixed reactions in the kingdom. Let's just say I didn't lead a completely peaceful life these past two years and there were some concerns about me "worming" my way into position as next in line to rule the kingdom.
With that weighing down on me, you'd think that I couldn't possibly come up with more trouble to fall into, right?
Wrong. Directly before my wedding, my CAT decided to sound off with a little message. The world I'd forgotten leaving behind was calling.
As much as I talked big and complained, I knew immediately that I'd wake up in Luministi again soon.
Canon Point: Directly before saying, "I do."
Did you read the rules? Yes I did. And might I say they look lovely today?
Timezone: Central
Current Characters: NA.
Character: Eugene “Flynn Rider” Fitzherbert.
Fandom/Series: Tangled.
Original or Alternate Universe: Original.
Canon Used: Tangled Disney film + Tangled Ever After short.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Appearance: Drop dead handsome.
Personality:
I, Flynn Rider, am a self made man.
That’s one of the quintessential qualities that make me who I am today. I’ve found out that when the boundaries of who you are are ignored and replaced with who you want to be, life has a habit of working itself out. I’m also a man not afraid of change, because I’ve taught myself that change is the thing to do to achieve your dreams – remember that, kids! Being adept at changing paves the way to some of my… shall we say… bolder goals (such as owning my own castle, or living on my own private beach buried up to my nose in gold). I must say, rewriting the rules for life is the best decision I’ve ever made.
Rewriting the rules, though, means I often reconsider right and wrong. I don’t like to be one of the mindless sheep following along with the rest of the kingdom, so I choose to handle things on a more case-by-case basis. I’m not willing to lock myself into any set ways that might interfere with doing whatever I want whenever I want. Unfortunately the rest of the kingdom (as well as Luministi, I’m sure) and I don’t see quite eye to eye on this, which can lead to some disagreements when I decide to just take what I think I deserve. In my defense, I might not have a quiver of moral indecision over stealing a priceless crown from the kingdom itself, but on the other hand I wouldn’t dream of doing something to hurt Blondie. Exploiting people who would exploit me, though? Sure, you’ve got me – I don’t have any qualms about leaving them to the guards.
Speaking of exploitation, I’m not a man who is above a little manipulation. When a few of the right words in the right ears mean extracting myself from a sticky situation with no harm to me, I’m all for lying and twisting things around to make people do what I want. I wouldn’t do that to Blondie at this point, but anyone else is fair game.
I’ll just say this now and clear things up – Blondie is an exception to a lot of things. I normally don’t do back story. I’m not interested in anyone else’s and I am not interested in other people finding out about mine. I keep to myself, and I’ve found that doing that allows me to get where I want to a lot more easily. Fewer complications that way. Blondie knows the real me (it sort of comes with the territory of the whole marriage thing, even if I do try to keep a few of my secrets), but I will never give anyone else that privilege. I can’t even fathom the circumstances that might lead to doing that. I’ve got a problem with trust, as you can probably tell. Not trusting people is one of those harder lessons life has taught me.
My trust issues aside, there aren’t a lot of situations involving a little physical danger that I’m not willing to throw myself into. I’ve learned that a good attitude will get me through almost anything. If I’m stealing a priceless crown and a guard sneezes, I’m not going to cringe and worry about getting caught – I’ll wish him gesundheit and be on my merry way. I like to face every challenge I come across with the mindset that the day is going to be amazing.
Going along with that carefree attitude, I have a habit of not using the names people have been given. There’s Blondie, whose nickname made a lot more sense before I cut her hair. Then there’s her frog. He’s green and has a tongue. I don’t see why that chameleon label needs to be applied. I do that for everything, and it’s gotten me into trouble a few times. I’d rather not slow down enough to go through the efforts of learning people’s names (though I do know Blondie’s), and anyone calling me out on it will be ignored. I don’t really care what your name is – it’s another piece of back story you and I could really do without.
You can figure out what I hate from a lot of the above. Feeling trapped by my former life is a big hate, so I’ve developed a dislike for back story. But what do I love? Reading, for one. Blondie, for another. There’s no one else who I have quite an attachment to. I’d do anything for that girl, even if it means dying. I will put aside of lot of my philosophies if it means maybe seeing her get a chance to live happily. It’s probably the only sappy thing about me you’ll find. There have been a lot of girls I could play with just a little of my famous smolder, but at this point I respect Blondie too much to do more than tease her. She represents a lot of the things that I admire in a person. She’s determined to reach her goals, just like me, but she takes an approach to it that tries to make everyone happy. She’s hardworking, kind, a little ditzy (not to mention naïve), and through it all she’s amazingly cheerful about the lot she has in life. All of that together adds up to why Blondie is the exception to a lot of my rules and why I’d protect her at any cost if she made it to Luministi as well.
Rapunzel really is my new dream. And I won’t let that dream be shattered.
Strengths/Abilities: As a swashbuckling adventurer, I’m a fair hand with a sword and able to hold my own in any sword fight. Thanks to Blondie I’m not too bad with a pan, either – I’ve got to get me one of my own. I’m also fairly agile, a good runner with high endurance, amazing at climbing, and I can ride a horse well enough. I also have what I like to call the smolder – which works 9 out of 10 times for rendering my female opponents helpless to my charms.
Weaknesses: Being human, I’m afraid. I burn, freeze, and smolder just like any other man.
History: I could bore you with the details of my life before the last two, depressingly short days before my death, but you don’t really want to hear about all that, do you? Yes? Well, if you insist.
I’ll start with the orphanage. I began my life there as Eugene Fitzherbert, a remarkably below-average boy who had drawn a lot in life so heart-string tugging that even the most grizzled of old nuns might shed a tear or two. Instead of dwell on it, I contented myself with reading about the amazing adventures of Flynnagin Rider – a man who could do anything, go anywhere! A man who had the sort of life I’d always wished for. Eventually I asked myself, ‘Eugene? What exactly is stopping you from doing that, too?’
Well, the name, for one. Eugene? It had to go. If I was going to be a swashbuckling, debonair adventurer, I had to have a real name. Old Flynnagin was probably finished with his name at that time, so I stole it. I became Flynn Rider the day I left the orphanage, thus starting the first day of the rest of my life! As Flynn Rider, I picked up the odd ‘job’ here and there. Completely unorthodox, every one of them, but that was fine with me. As long as they moved me from point a (that being the depressing days of Eugene Fitzherbert), to point b (that being lord of my own island and, if possible, buried in gold up to my nose), I accepted anything that came my way.
By the time I reached my twenty-sixth birthday I had developed something of a stunning reputation if I do say so myself. An outstanding enough one, in fact, that I was propositioned by the Stabington brothers to do a job that could have me set for life. Some may question my wisdom in accepting, but really. What’s not to trust about fellows with names like that? I, of course, planned to leave them to the guards at the first opportunity, so it wasn’t any skin off my back if they had similar plans that weren’t as up to snuff.
Back on topic.
The job those lovable brothers had in mind involved scaling the castle in the kingdom of Corona and snatching up the lost princess’ tiara. The princess wasn’t around and couldn’t use it. It was gathering dust year after year! Can you really blame me for wanting to put it to good use? Using some of my more amazing skills, I snatched the tiara and ran with it with half the kingdom hard on my trail. With some sleight of hand, I managed to relieve the Stabingtons of the tiara and continue on alone, leaving them to the palace guards’ tender mercies. I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for the captain of the guard’s horse. Part bloodhound, part terrifying gnashing teeth, that horse chased me straight off a cliff and would have caught me even after that if I hadn’t come across Blondie’s tower.
I climbed the tower in record time (finally somewhere I was certain that horse couldn’t reach me), and was alone at last with my ticket to riches and a nice suntan on my very own private island. I actually don’t remember much directly after that. It might have something to do with the pan Blondie clocked me with the moment I dropped my guard. When I woke up, there she was, pan in hand and frog on shoulder, ready to destroy my memory one swing at a time if I didn’t give her what she wanted. And holding my crown hostage…!
I was forced to oblige her. We started out that very day on Blondie’s first real adventure into the outside world to see the lantern-thing that the queen and kind did every year for the missing princess. It was something of a forbidden road trip for her, so I spent the first half of our trip pointing out all of the reasons why it would be best for everyone if we went right back to the tower, got me back the crown, and parted ways as unlikely friends. She wouldn’t have any of that, though. Blondie was made of tougher stuff. I even introduced her to some of the hardest criminals I knew of at the Snuggly Duckling tavern, but to no avail! We had a sing along with the thugs before we left!
We left the tavern with the (understandably) disgruntled Stabingtons and the palace guards on our trail. Due to some poor judgment on the horse’s part, Blondie and I ended up trapped in a flooding tunnel after barely avoiding a falling pillar of stone. There was no way out. To try to keep Blondie from thinking about our horrible death too much, I let her in on my secret and told her my real name. She was the first person I had ever confided in, and in turn she let me in on her secret. Her glowing hair saved the day, leading us to the only loose rubble in the tunnel and allowing us to break free out into sweet, sweet air.
That night Blondie showed me that her magic hair could also heal, working her magic on a gash I had acquired on my hand in the tunnel. I didn’t freak out! Much. The following morning the horse caught up to us, but through Blondie’s way with people and her frog’s tough guy act, the horse agreed not to drag me back to the palace guards. I spent the entire day together with Blondie in the city, hiding from the guards and exploring the city. The more time we spent together, the more I realized that I was developing a certain amount of attachment to Blondie. By the end of the night, I was sure that I was falling for her. I wanted the night to be the best it could, so I bought two paper lanterns for us to send up with the others, borrowed a boat, and made sure she had the best seat available. Everything went amazingly. It was the perfect evening, and when she tried to return the tiara to me I realized that it had stopped being what was most important to me a while ago. I was just leaning in for a kiss when I saw them – the Stabbington brothers. Determined to put things right, I decided to put our evening on hold long enough to give the crown back to them and keep them from being a danger to Blondie.
Unfortunately, they weren’t after the crown anymore. Someone had tipped them off about Blondie’s magic hair and they were ready to take the magic for themselves.
I’d like to say I fought valiantly and won the day, returning to Blondie to go back to right where we left off, but there’s only so much I can do against one fellow built like a troll, much less two. I woke up tied to a boat just in time to realize the danger Blondie was in. The following morning I found out that I was to be hanged for my crimes (Corona takes borrowing crowns far too seriously). Ironically, I passed the Stabington duo on my way to the gallows, and through some gentle persuasion discovered that it was Blondie’s mother who had ordered the thugs to jump us. I would have never been able to warn her if the thugs from the Snuggly Duckling hadn’t shown up to literally catapult me to safety. The horse, if you’ll believe it, was the one who orchestrated the entire rescue.
Together we raced straight to Blondie’s tower. Once again, I climbed up to the window to end my adventure the same way it had begun. Blondie’s mother was waiting there, and as soon as I stepped inside she stabbed me through with her dagger. I knew I didn’t have much time left, so when the old lady allowed Blondie to try to save me, I cut her hair, severing the magic and saving Blondie from an eternity of enslavement.
Then… I died.
And woke up here, in Luministi.
What followed that was a short stint in the town before things got crazy and I ended up back home again. I finished up that lovely adventure with surviving Gothel's attempt on my life and taking Rapunzel back to Corona where she was reunited with her family. You'd think it all ended there, but two years down the road after what seemed like eons of courting the girl of my dreams, trying to live down my former life of Flynn Rider, and working at learning how to make an honest living... I finally asked Rapunzel to marry me. I won't lie by saying that didn't lead to a whirlwind of mixed reactions in the kingdom. Let's just say I didn't lead a completely peaceful life these past two years and there were some concerns about me "worming" my way into position as next in line to rule the kingdom.
With that weighing down on me, you'd think that I couldn't possibly come up with more trouble to fall into, right?
Wrong. Directly before my wedding, my CAT decided to sound off with a little message. The world I'd forgotten leaving behind was calling.
As much as I talked big and complained, I knew immediately that I'd wake up in Luministi again soon.
Canon Point: Directly before saying, "I do."
Did you read the rules? Yes I did. And might I say they look lovely today?