Post by darkkenchild on Nov 1, 2009 20:54:01 GMT -7
† Perceval - Josce - Belmont †
†Percy†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Perceval Josce Belmont
Nicknames:Percy
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Age:38
Orientation:Straight, but kinky
Health Problems:Weak Constitution, Bad leg (right, former sports injury), Poor Nutrition
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Percy is, in a word, neurotic. He prescribes to numerous conspiracy theories, ranging from simple aliens to elaborate international governmental conspiracies which extend from top to bottom. Partially as a result, he refuses to eat any food that he did not prepare himself, and he rarely trusts any thing offered to him, food or otherwise. He also has a strange paternalistic nature, likely stemming from him losing contact with his son after his divorce, and he tends to “adopt” some individuals, who are the few people he truly trusts. Additionally, he rationalizes everything he doesn't understand, approaching most things from a scholastic viewpoint any time he is confronted with the unknown. This is likely connected to his eternally growing paranoia, as he adapts even the truly random into an increasingly complex picture. Percy occasionally breaks down, becoming unstable and violent to a fault, assaulting nearly anything and everything that moves nearby. These breakdowns generally last until someone successfully restrains him and forces him to spend some time “calming down.” Related to these breakdowns is Percy's believed isolation, the longer he is left alone with his thoughts the more convinced that everything around him is alive and watching him with malevolence.
Likes:
† A good book
† Sex
† Children
† Antiques
† Feeling Secure (Rare, at best)
Hates:
† The Supernatural
† His Ex
† Night
† Sleep
† The Unknown
Talents:
† Paranoid Self-Awareness
† Educated (Master's in Anthropology)
† Deductive Reasoning
† Adaptability
† Good Reflexes
† Well trained in the Occult (real or not)
Habits:
† Locks his doors behind him, 13 times
† Twitches at random intervals
† Constantly darting eyes
† Wrings his hands nervously
† Tends to read out loud
† Uses Occult wards and talismans constantly
† Appearance †
Percy is a scrawny older man who, at 5'11", is actually taller than he seems. However his general stance is guarded and as lanky as he is it makes him seem smaller. Surprisingly he isn't in bad shape, he could stand up straight if he wanted too, and he's not nearly what one would call impressive, as he is constantly glancing over his shoulder for some unseen, unknown assailant. His face is long and gaunt, with sharp features, his nose, cheek bones and jaw line. He's a pale fellow, not one to get out much if he doesn't need to, with deep shadows under his eyes, cheeks and temples, making it seem like he hasn't been sleeping much or lately. His eyes are deep set, dark and flighty, any sudden movements make him jump or flinch. His hair, though disheveled, looks as though it was always intended to be combed neatly and pomaded in place, but his swift nervous movements usually ruin the look by lunchtime. He typically wears relatively nice clothing, which can run the gamut from button-up shirts and khakis all the way to a nice plain t-shirt and clean, un-ripped, jeans. All in all, he has a very rat-like appearance, which he tries to take care of the best he can.
Skin Color: Pale White
Hair Color: Salt & Peppered
Eye Color: Brown
Build: Atrophied Athletic
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos:N/A
Choice of Clothing:Polo shirts, Sports Jackets, Slacks
Other:Often carries a cane, to compensate for a bad leg. Also, smells of old books and beef stew.
† History †
History:
Percy was born into a modest household, the oldest of two boys. His youth was uneventful, beyond a strong desire to stand out from his peers as an athlete, which often led to him neglecting his academic talents. He excelled in sports and was busy nearly year round; between his basketball, swimming, track, baseball and any thing else he could get involved with, he rarely had time for anything else. In fact, by the time he made his way to University, he was recognized for little beyond his athletic skills. However, after breaking his right leg during a basketball match, he was forced to reevaluate his life. The timely intervention of one of his History professors saved him from simply dropping out of life. His interest in academics took off, and he was particularly fascinated with the times before the rise of the Supernatural. Though never naïve enough to believe it was idyllic, he developed the mentality that things were better back then.
During his mid-twenties, while working on his Master's degree, Percy met Janice. A fellow student in his program, they found a natural chemistry, and they swiftly became inseperable. They worked together on their various graduate projects, and it was not long before they married. As they finished their Master's degrees, they were prepared to settle into a new life, but fate had other ideas. Upon the conception of their first child, Percy was overjoyed, but his joy soon turned to horror when he learned that his wife was not entirely human. She had hidden her lycanthrope nature from him, and she only brooked the conversation when it became clear that she was pregnant. She told her husband, so that he would be ready for the possibilty of the wolf having passed to their child. Their relationship limped on for a few short years afterwards, but Percy increasingly distrusted his wife and feared for his son.
Janice finally broke things off with Percy, as he had dropped out of his Doctorate program and was becoming increasingly spiteful around her. She managed to maintain custody of their son as their marriage crumbled, something that Percy has never forgiven her for. He left in a huff, abandoning much of what he owned and withdrew all of his funds from his bank accounts. He traveled for years, never quite settling anywhere and growing more disturbed at the prevelence of the supernatural creatures that he saw everywhere. He began to see supernatural influence everywhere and in everything, and intense paranoia began to grow as a result. He began to see malevolence behind every shadow and around every corner, and it angered him that humanity's destiny had been stolen away. A few years ago, Percy wedged himself into place in London, seeing it as the root of the world's problems, and thus the best place to learn. Ever since, he has watched and listened, always alert to danger and the possibilty of learning something new and unknown, with which he can come to understand what the world has become.
Mother/Father: Rene Champney/Henri Belmont
Siblings:Pervis Belmont (younger brother)
Offspring:David Vrotos
Spouse:Janice Vrotos (Ex-Wife)
Other: Has opened a small antique store to support himself.
† RP example †
It was dusk, and Percy was slowly walking back to his apartment, his belly full from the diner he had just left. His eyes darted quickly towards every one of the slowly growing shadows, particularly dwindling on the darkened alleys. His breath came in frenzied bursts, his nervousness evident to any who cared to listen. He shrugged heavily, adjusting the dark brown coat that kept out the evening chill, ever keeping his hands in his pockets, as if something within assured him that he would make it home alright.
As he neared his block, he glanced at the sky, obviously worried by the growing darkness. He picked up the pace, hoping that he would make it home in time. He let out a brief whimper as he glanced down an alleyway, sure that he saw something horrible. He ran.
Making it to the front door of his complex, he slammed the door shut behind him, literally dashing up the stairs until he found his apartment door. He closed the door with panicked determination, locking the dozen latches affixed to the frame. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Thirteen frenzied locks, each locked thirteen times.
His heart pounding, Percy ran to his bedroom, carefully chosen to have a clear site of the door through its own threshold. He huddled behind the bed, watching the door for any sign of forced entry, his hand falling to rest upon cold and reassuring steel beneath the bed. There he watched. And waited.
The sun retired, night fell, and Percy sat there, waiting and ready for the coming of death.
† Let's talk about you †
Name: darkkenchild
Other Characters:N/A
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