Post by a on Jul 7, 2011 7:35:01 GMT -5
Name: Leonard Beaumont Cavendish II
Age:14
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: British
Abilities/Strengths: Leonard's intellect is his most notable attribute, though as he is lacking greatly in terms of ability, it might even be his only one. He is especially interested in medical science, namely the anatomy and physiology of the human body and is almost always spurting irrelevant comments on the subject, especially in the company of nobility, in an often successful attempt to impress them. He would also quite happily display his musical "talent" to anybody who cared to listen, more often than not playing some form of piano.
He is also an accomplished equestrian, after being inspired by a circus troupe after one of many visits to 'Astley's Amphitheatre,' in Lambeth, London.
Inabilities/Weaknesses: Arithmomania, an obsessive-compulsive disorder in which the subject has a strong need to count the objects in their surroundings. He has noticed over the past few years that good things tended to happen when the number eight was in the mix, as it is not only perfectly symmetrical, but it also divides out evenly, and sound similar to the word meaning "prosper" or "wealth" in Chinese. For this reason, things (and people) must have some connection to the number eight, (eg. if their age is 18, or if they mention the number in a conversation) lest something awful happen.
He is obsessed to the extent that everything in the household must be placed in groups of eight, and the fact that he has eighteen members of staff is also liberating.
He also has a lack of physical strength, as a consequence of relying on others to carry out basic tasks such as cooking, cleaning and generally rushing about. He possesses little or no stamina or agility of any form for this reason, and also as a result of a lack of exercise.
Occupation: Marquess of Hartington, (father being the Duke of Devonshire, this is a courtesy title.) involved in somewhat illegal ventures, namely drug (opium) dealing, which has proven to be beneficial.
Appearance:blogol.hu/pikz/magasroptugondolatok/Oz_Bezarius.JPG
Face claim: Oz Vessalius, Pandora Hearts
Personality: Leonard is, despite his youth, unusually mature for his age, as shown by his abnormally huge interest in physiology, and despite his obsessive behavior, he is somewhat dignified and sophisticated, as his social status demands, though there is a childishly immature side to him that only shows through on rare occasions. He has a tendency to overlook people of a lesser social class as himself, though if given reason to, he can and will respect them, though it takes a lot to become close to the somewhat cold individual, being the stereotypical "spoiled brat" of an aristocrat's son that would immediately come to mind when you announce that your father is the Duke of Devonshire, one of the richest and most influential aristocratic families in England since the 16th century. However, he doesn't exactly go around constantly boasting about it, as that would be undignified, and would surely embarrass his family, though Leonard is very unaccustomed to not getting what he wants, and simply cannot fathom the idea that some people might not respect him as much as he expects them to, however there is at least an ounce of kindness and compassion behind his pride.
Though, if exposed to the horrors of an object (or person) that (or who) dares to excessively mention particular numbers (5 and 6 being examples) in any way, shape or form, Leonard has been known to resort to nervous breakdowns in extreme cases, though most of the time, he will simply remove himself from the room, after displaying an act that resembles the likeness of a ritual that consists of tapping the floor/table or any surface eight times, which is a rather bizarre sight to behold. His childish side tends to come forth in times of mental weakness.
Life Story: Leonard was born into the respected Cavendish family, and was a complete disappointment as soon as he learnt to speak. As from a young age, it was obvious that he was peculiar, what with his constant counting and insistence that everything be 'perfect,' meaning that everything in the household be positioned so that they were in groups of eight. Failing to do this would usually result in some form of temper tantrum, and refusal to leave his bedroom, as it still does, on occasion, though not quite as childish.
Various psychologists have attempted to treat the young heir over the years, all of which have failed, as he appears to be suffering from an incurable and unnamed mental disorder, much to his parents' frustration. They see him as something of a failure for this reason, and at the age of seven, his father having little or no sympathy for his only son, packed him off to Burlington House, a family mansion on Piccadilly, London, to keep him out of his sight, pretty much. Though he acted rather harshly towards Leonard, he obviously felt some sort of affection for him, and visited occasionally, though kept him at a great distance most of the time. However, he made up for his absence with lavish gifts, including horses, motorcars, and the very latest in technology, thus encouraging his arrogant, self centered nature to surface, leaving the compassionate, almost kindhearted inner child a thing of the past.
Being a Marquess did have its perks, despite his rejection, especially also being a Cavendish, as he soon became acquaintanced with Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, through his parents, who grudgingly brought him along whenever they visited, or vice versa, as the Dukes of Devonshire were at one point, richer than the King, (before Victoria's reign) and though they are not currently, they are still powerful figures.
Saying that, they'd only visited the Palace twice, not including court summons, as it is generally accepted that the Royals visit Chatsworth, or other residences of nobles, rather than have people visit them. During their visits, Leonard was expected to interact with the young royals who were his age, rather than have an intellectual discussion with the adults, as he would have preferred. However, he persevered, and it was in their company that he developed a resentment towards the hierarchy in general, mainly because a few of the nine children had a certain regal air about them, acting in a way that he believed to be patronizing, and therefore annoying to the extent that he could barely tolerate them, though he had absolutely no choice in the matter, them being future monarchs.
It was these encounters that made Leonard see fault in himself, as he noticed on more than one occasion that he looked down on people simply because he thought himself more important. Much to his father's irritation, he thought himself prejudiced, and began to interact with lower class citizens more often, though he still had a tendency to look down on them, but not from such a great height. It was in the company of the lords and "peasants" that he realized that he could profit greatly from their addictions, especially from opium, being the most sought drug of the time.
Though he did briefly become involved in the transportation of illegal drugs, he soon realized that he was losing money rather than gaining, and so switched his interest onto opium, though he never smoked the vile plant. He merely invested quite a large sum of money into purchasing the drug, and selling it for double the price, on several occasions.
Sample Roleplay: Outside was saturated with cold. White plumes of expelled air rose up from the people huddled in fur coats, hands pushed deep into pockets, heads down against the wind that clawed frost across any exposed body part. In less than twenty steps Leonard had crossed the ice-slimy brick pavement and his manservant pushed open the oak doors to Burlington House, holding them open for the youth before carrying on. Despite being in his own home, the boy was again assailed by people. The chill that had attached itself to his skin and clothes evaporated and Leonard was instantly too hot, even as he was helped out of his mink overcoat.
He paused for a moment before striding towards the grand staircase, watching the staff rushing around him, running simple errands that he probably should have been able to complete by himself, but had absolutely no reason or desire to.
It was then that he noticed a fairly young girl, about his age; one of those that he felt that he should know, but could never remember her name. He watched in slight amusement as she passed, a feather duster in hand, who didn't seem to know that it was winter, what with her outfit of a fairly ill-fitting cotton dress,and almost spotless white apron. She looked rather cold, to say the least.
He quickly averted his gaze from her, as he realized that he was staring, and continued on his way, until she bashed into his shoulder with hers while, at the same time, her feather duster connected with his black leather loafer, in her haste to reach her destination. Like twin beacons of astonishment, an apology flashed up in her eyes. She said it too; breathed the single-syllable word between her plump, pink lips: "Sorry."
Leonard hadn't seen her lately, though she was exactly as he remembered her: her brown-black hair softly sculpted into mid-length peaks away from her face, and her skin retaining that beautiful, pearly white complexion. Her navy-blue eyes that could effortlessly unearth his deepest desires. Her mouth, his favorite part of her face, like firm marshmallows fashioned from a mould of Cupid's bow. His sea green eyes swept over her face again. She hadn't changed a bit.
"It is you, isn't it?" He asked when she spoke no further, her face a mask of uncertainty."The girl from Lewisham, from the..." His voice trailed off, avoiding the word, skirting around it like a pothole in the road. Pretending it wasn't there, as though living in a slum wasn't as bad, as devastating if you didn't utter the word.
She nodded, apparently unable to jumpstart her vocal chords. She moistened her lips, looking ready to attempt a reply, the imprint of shock still on her face. Though when she didn't speak, Leonard felt it necessary to continue, "I'm sorry, but I appear to have no recollection of your name, what with this short term memory of mine." He smiled in a way that he hoped was friendly, encouraging her to speak in that angelic, almost musical voice of hers.
Referral: none.
Age:14
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: British
Abilities/Strengths: Leonard's intellect is his most notable attribute, though as he is lacking greatly in terms of ability, it might even be his only one. He is especially interested in medical science, namely the anatomy and physiology of the human body and is almost always spurting irrelevant comments on the subject, especially in the company of nobility, in an often successful attempt to impress them. He would also quite happily display his musical "talent" to anybody who cared to listen, more often than not playing some form of piano.
He is also an accomplished equestrian, after being inspired by a circus troupe after one of many visits to 'Astley's Amphitheatre,' in Lambeth, London.
Inabilities/Weaknesses: Arithmomania, an obsessive-compulsive disorder in which the subject has a strong need to count the objects in their surroundings. He has noticed over the past few years that good things tended to happen when the number eight was in the mix, as it is not only perfectly symmetrical, but it also divides out evenly, and sound similar to the word meaning "prosper" or "wealth" in Chinese. For this reason, things (and people) must have some connection to the number eight, (eg. if their age is 18, or if they mention the number in a conversation) lest something awful happen.
He is obsessed to the extent that everything in the household must be placed in groups of eight, and the fact that he has eighteen members of staff is also liberating.
He also has a lack of physical strength, as a consequence of relying on others to carry out basic tasks such as cooking, cleaning and generally rushing about. He possesses little or no stamina or agility of any form for this reason, and also as a result of a lack of exercise.
Occupation: Marquess of Hartington, (father being the Duke of Devonshire, this is a courtesy title.) involved in somewhat illegal ventures, namely drug (opium) dealing, which has proven to be beneficial.
Appearance:blogol.hu/pikz/magasroptugondolatok/Oz_Bezarius.JPG
Face claim: Oz Vessalius, Pandora Hearts
Personality: Leonard is, despite his youth, unusually mature for his age, as shown by his abnormally huge interest in physiology, and despite his obsessive behavior, he is somewhat dignified and sophisticated, as his social status demands, though there is a childishly immature side to him that only shows through on rare occasions. He has a tendency to overlook people of a lesser social class as himself, though if given reason to, he can and will respect them, though it takes a lot to become close to the somewhat cold individual, being the stereotypical "spoiled brat" of an aristocrat's son that would immediately come to mind when you announce that your father is the Duke of Devonshire, one of the richest and most influential aristocratic families in England since the 16th century. However, he doesn't exactly go around constantly boasting about it, as that would be undignified, and would surely embarrass his family, though Leonard is very unaccustomed to not getting what he wants, and simply cannot fathom the idea that some people might not respect him as much as he expects them to, however there is at least an ounce of kindness and compassion behind his pride.
Though, if exposed to the horrors of an object (or person) that (or who) dares to excessively mention particular numbers (5 and 6 being examples) in any way, shape or form, Leonard has been known to resort to nervous breakdowns in extreme cases, though most of the time, he will simply remove himself from the room, after displaying an act that resembles the likeness of a ritual that consists of tapping the floor/table or any surface eight times, which is a rather bizarre sight to behold. His childish side tends to come forth in times of mental weakness.
Life Story: Leonard was born into the respected Cavendish family, and was a complete disappointment as soon as he learnt to speak. As from a young age, it was obvious that he was peculiar, what with his constant counting and insistence that everything be 'perfect,' meaning that everything in the household be positioned so that they were in groups of eight. Failing to do this would usually result in some form of temper tantrum, and refusal to leave his bedroom, as it still does, on occasion, though not quite as childish.
Various psychologists have attempted to treat the young heir over the years, all of which have failed, as he appears to be suffering from an incurable and unnamed mental disorder, much to his parents' frustration. They see him as something of a failure for this reason, and at the age of seven, his father having little or no sympathy for his only son, packed him off to Burlington House, a family mansion on Piccadilly, London, to keep him out of his sight, pretty much. Though he acted rather harshly towards Leonard, he obviously felt some sort of affection for him, and visited occasionally, though kept him at a great distance most of the time. However, he made up for his absence with lavish gifts, including horses, motorcars, and the very latest in technology, thus encouraging his arrogant, self centered nature to surface, leaving the compassionate, almost kindhearted inner child a thing of the past.
Being a Marquess did have its perks, despite his rejection, especially also being a Cavendish, as he soon became acquaintanced with Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, through his parents, who grudgingly brought him along whenever they visited, or vice versa, as the Dukes of Devonshire were at one point, richer than the King, (before Victoria's reign) and though they are not currently, they are still powerful figures.
Saying that, they'd only visited the Palace twice, not including court summons, as it is generally accepted that the Royals visit Chatsworth, or other residences of nobles, rather than have people visit them. During their visits, Leonard was expected to interact with the young royals who were his age, rather than have an intellectual discussion with the adults, as he would have preferred. However, he persevered, and it was in their company that he developed a resentment towards the hierarchy in general, mainly because a few of the nine children had a certain regal air about them, acting in a way that he believed to be patronizing, and therefore annoying to the extent that he could barely tolerate them, though he had absolutely no choice in the matter, them being future monarchs.
It was these encounters that made Leonard see fault in himself, as he noticed on more than one occasion that he looked down on people simply because he thought himself more important. Much to his father's irritation, he thought himself prejudiced, and began to interact with lower class citizens more often, though he still had a tendency to look down on them, but not from such a great height. It was in the company of the lords and "peasants" that he realized that he could profit greatly from their addictions, especially from opium, being the most sought drug of the time.
Though he did briefly become involved in the transportation of illegal drugs, he soon realized that he was losing money rather than gaining, and so switched his interest onto opium, though he never smoked the vile plant. He merely invested quite a large sum of money into purchasing the drug, and selling it for double the price, on several occasions.
Sample Roleplay: Outside was saturated with cold. White plumes of expelled air rose up from the people huddled in fur coats, hands pushed deep into pockets, heads down against the wind that clawed frost across any exposed body part. In less than twenty steps Leonard had crossed the ice-slimy brick pavement and his manservant pushed open the oak doors to Burlington House, holding them open for the youth before carrying on. Despite being in his own home, the boy was again assailed by people. The chill that had attached itself to his skin and clothes evaporated and Leonard was instantly too hot, even as he was helped out of his mink overcoat.
He paused for a moment before striding towards the grand staircase, watching the staff rushing around him, running simple errands that he probably should have been able to complete by himself, but had absolutely no reason or desire to.
It was then that he noticed a fairly young girl, about his age; one of those that he felt that he should know, but could never remember her name. He watched in slight amusement as she passed, a feather duster in hand, who didn't seem to know that it was winter, what with her outfit of a fairly ill-fitting cotton dress,and almost spotless white apron. She looked rather cold, to say the least.
He quickly averted his gaze from her, as he realized that he was staring, and continued on his way, until she bashed into his shoulder with hers while, at the same time, her feather duster connected with his black leather loafer, in her haste to reach her destination. Like twin beacons of astonishment, an apology flashed up in her eyes. She said it too; breathed the single-syllable word between her plump, pink lips: "Sorry."
Leonard hadn't seen her lately, though she was exactly as he remembered her: her brown-black hair softly sculpted into mid-length peaks away from her face, and her skin retaining that beautiful, pearly white complexion. Her navy-blue eyes that could effortlessly unearth his deepest desires. Her mouth, his favorite part of her face, like firm marshmallows fashioned from a mould of Cupid's bow. His sea green eyes swept over her face again. She hadn't changed a bit.
"It is you, isn't it?" He asked when she spoke no further, her face a mask of uncertainty."The girl from Lewisham, from the..." His voice trailed off, avoiding the word, skirting around it like a pothole in the road. Pretending it wasn't there, as though living in a slum wasn't as bad, as devastating if you didn't utter the word.
She nodded, apparently unable to jumpstart her vocal chords. She moistened her lips, looking ready to attempt a reply, the imprint of shock still on her face. Though when she didn't speak, Leonard felt it necessary to continue, "I'm sorry, but I appear to have no recollection of your name, what with this short term memory of mine." He smiled in a way that he hoped was friendly, encouraging her to speak in that angelic, almost musical voice of hers.
Referral: none.
