Post by ediedie on Apr 18, 2010 1:05:24 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Edie and this is my second character. I found this site through an ad on “Star Crossed at Midnight”. Something you should know about me is the semicolon is my favourite punctation mark.
Canon: Charles Dickens’s Oliver Twist.
Custom Title: You handsome devil
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty nine.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Edward’s a rather disheveled looking fellow. His dark hair is often in need of a trim—or at the very least a comb—and he considers using a razor every day as unnecessary. Occasionally goes the route of a full beard, but generally he’s just stubbly. He has cheekbones one could potentially cut themselves on, and a rather feminine mouth, which he often twists and purses into expressions of disgust. His skin is pale, his limbs are long, and he looks significantly younger when not wearing his glasses. But this is rare, given his poor eyesight. On the whole, a moderately sinister sort of man.
Height: Six feet, two inches.
Body: All lank, no muscle.
Other distinguishing features: Faint little scars along his hands and mouth, which aren’t too noticeable unless they’re fresh wounds or you’re looking for them. Additionally, he has a large, red birth mark at the base of his neck; terribly, it resembles a particularly nasty burn scar. To avoid unwanted questions, he is careful to keep it covered.
Wardrobe: Monks isn’t one to concern himself with matters of fashion, but he looks equally fine in casual or formal apparel. So that tends to work out in his favor. He can generally be discovered clothed in jeans and a sweater of some sort, and his thick, black framed spectacles.
Play By: Jarvis Cocker. [/ul]
PERSONALITY
General personality:Edward is a difficult man to deal with. He is blunt, dismissive, and too easily amused by the misfortunes of others for his own good. He has so little substantial belongings in the world that he’s had to turn to possessing pride, that unfortunate attribute. It has made him incorrigible, since he generally believes himself to be the only noteworthy person in any encounter. His feelings are of the permanent sort, slowly burning as they fester and deepen. If he can muster up a smidgeon of affection for one, then that tender emotion will stick with him, however much he might regret it or otherwise despise the person in question. Conversely, his hates are forever, filling his interactions with petty sullenness.
It is a lengthy list, that which details his fears. Content yourself in knowing that should he encounter one of them, it is a potential trigger to one of his fits: all consuming urges to cause agony, or create terror, or commit violence, and other improper things of such devious natures. The only way Leeford can maintain any composure during one is to distract his sense with pain. Hence his bitten knuckles, his scarred mouth. At least they’re as brief as they are frequent.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: A lifetime spent being friends with books has gifted Edward his large vocabulary. He makes a good first impression, though exactly how the man manages that is beyond comprehension. And he’s completely dedicated to achieving whatever goal he has at the time; it’s what those goals generally are that’s the pity.
Weaknesses: Monks is rather much a paranoid little bugger. He is also indecisive, when it comes to matters of any less importance then that of his bastard half brother. Lastly, and perhaps most regrettably, he doesn’t play well with others.
BACKGROUND
Family: Father Edwin Leeford (deceased); mother Diane Leeford (deceased); bastard half brother “Oliver Twist”.
Date of Birth: July 3rd, 1980.
Education: Dropped out of college when news came of the bastard’s whereabouts.
Occupation: Clerk at a bookshop.
Worst past experience: The day he read his father’s will. Yes, they hadn’t seen each other in at least seven years. And yes, yes, he’d always sided with mother. But it’s nevertheless an unpleasant feeling, seeing, in print, that your own daddy didn’t care enough to leave you anything. Clearing up the matter of whether he ever loved you with a straight forward no.
Best past experience: The first time he visited the library. Young Leeford’s eyes had filled with honest wonder at the rows and rows and rows of books, which he could never get enough of at home. Whoever came up with the idea was a respectable man, in his opinion. Sorta person one wouldn’t mind having for parent.
Image: He’s seen as a bit of a git, honestly. Which suits him fine.
History: Edwin Leeford was never in love with Diane Miller. Granted, he did have a certain sort of affection for her, given their parents had been friends since before his birth, and you would never catch him speaking ill of the lady. Yet there was that ten year age difference between them; an issue in itself, but more so considering he had not even entered his twenties. So Ed would converse with her, and go on outings occasionally, but never anything serious. They were friends, and nothing more.
He failed to comprehend, however, the depth of Diane’s feelings for him, and just how far she would go to get what she wanted. The woman was smitten with her dear friend, who was so much more of a gentleman then any men her age. Perhaps she was not searching very hard, or possibly there were deeper issues, but reasoning is irrelevant. The fact is that Miss Miller, tired of waiting for Ed to notice her of his own accord, took matters into her own hands that night at dinner. A little atmosphere, a lot wine...the youth didn’t notice anything amiss for some time. And when he did, it was at point where he could not gain the upper hand against the determined female.
They were married a few months afterwards, at the insistence of the elder Leefords and Millers. If the guests noticed the vaguely unfashionable loose cut of the bride’s gown, or the barely of age groom’s reserved demeanor, the festivities rendered them too polite to comment. They did, however, mention how overjoyed Diane seemed, and wasn’t it just darling, the way she kept clinging to her husband’s arm like that? Good thing the photographer was on hand and relentless in snapping shots; even before Edward was born, the whole shotgun marriage had fallen apart, and that wedding album would remain the sole reminder of the happy times his mother had wished for.
Growing up, Edward Alastar Leeford always lived alone and with his mother. While she would not consent to a divorce, Diane did permit Edwin to live separately from her. An offer the man accepted in a heartbeat, eager to pursue a career and however much of a life one could have with a wife and child. Mrs. Leeford did not waste any time on hurt feelings, instead putting all her efforts into raising the son that was the spitting image of her still beloved partner. Consequentially, the youth was sheltered and isolated from any would be peers. Father visited from time to time, but never for long, and always managed to avoid any alone time with his son.
Edward was a precocious little momma’s boy. He spent his time indoors, reading anything he could get his hands on. Was never very popular at school, and never joined any clubs, but he knew he was special. His mother had told him so, just like she’d told him about what a terrible man his father was. And Mother only told him the truth, just like she said.
It was only after Father’s death that he and Mother realized just how much of a life he’d found: impregnated a young girl, most likely in the same way he himself had been conceived, and deluded her with false promises of making her an honest woman. There were letters to her mixed in with the will, the will that excluded Edward and Diane, and focused instead on Edwin’s bastard. The half brother who would get all of their father’s possessions, so long as he proved an honest, good natured little wretch until he came of age. The only issue was, no one could find the boy. The harlot had run away from her home, and died after giving birth to him. The place of birth, and the infant’s peculiar name were recorded, but after that, everything was blank.
Mother died soon afterwards, a proprietorial, angry woman to the end. It was only after becoming an orphan that Edward realized that if he could track down the bastard, and corrupt him, then he could cheat him of a father’s love the same way he’d been cheated. Tit for tat, brother dearest.
Leeford was careful from the get go. Murder was utterly out of the question, given his own personal disgust towards it. Not to mention it’s traced so easily. He also assumed an alias, for his dealings with less then respectable folks: Monks. No clever anagram, no allusion to anyone important in his life. Merely a meaningless name that would be the much more difficult to pin on him.
He’s searched for “Oliver” for years, but Monks is a patient man. His salvation will come.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
”Edward, what are you doing?”
What was he doing, an excellent question indeed. Knees pressed up against his chest, heart thudding recklessly for cowering here behind the counter. His coworker was entirely in the right, posing such a query touching on the current state of his activities. Yet the fact remained it was a bothersome interrogation at present, and he’d prefer not to express his reasoning to this female he knew only in a business environment.
“It doesn’t concern you, Cara,” he said darkly, through gritting teeth. “And it would be most agreeable if you would kindly, very kindly, let me be.”
The man wasn’t looking at her, and had no need to either; he knew her expression would be one of dismay, feminine wistfulness shimmering in her large eyes. He could still hear her though, how unfortunate, as she replied timidly, “But Edward. There are customers, and they’re going to want to buy their books, y’know. And you’re the one at the register..."
Good. GOD. He could hurt this woman, Monks really could. Yank her down by that inappropriately sized scrap of cloth she called a skirt, and squeeze her frail wrists until they snapped, sounding to all the world like a breaking baby bird, as she would so eloquently screamscreamscream...
He squeezed his eyes tight, and stuck his hand into his mouth. Didn’t stop biting until he tasted blood, even though Cara inhaled sharply. Then he calmly removed the first aid kit from the drawer located near his left elbow, and asked his coworker, “Is the kid still here?”
”Who?”
“The child! The youth! The urchin...” Here he paused, and took a deep breath. Couldn’t let her rile him up again so soon, or he’d never leave this makeshift alcove. “The kid who was perusing the graphic novels. Is he still doing so?”
”I don’t see any kid,” she replied, after dubiously searching. “Are you coming out from under there or not?”
“Yes, that would be the clever thing to do, wouldn’t it?” he quiped, applying a bandage to the area slowly oozing blood. “Thank you, Cara. You’ve been most...obliging. You can go now.”
She did, muttering something about speaking to the manager, and Edward was free to stand up once again. True to Cara’s word, the kid had disappeared. Which was all for the best. He hadn’t been sure whether he’d recognized him because the youngster had been present at Fagin’s place at some past occasion, or if it was because his face had something of his father’s features in it. And he wasn’t sure he could’ve avoided killing the creature if he’d looked at it any longer. Thus the aforementioned cowering and said racing heart.
Edward “Monks” Leeford
| Middle Class |
| Middle Class |
Canon: Charles Dickens’s Oliver Twist.
Custom Title: You handsome devil
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty nine.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Edward’s a rather disheveled looking fellow. His dark hair is often in need of a trim—or at the very least a comb—and he considers using a razor every day as unnecessary. Occasionally goes the route of a full beard, but generally he’s just stubbly. He has cheekbones one could potentially cut themselves on, and a rather feminine mouth, which he often twists and purses into expressions of disgust. His skin is pale, his limbs are long, and he looks significantly younger when not wearing his glasses. But this is rare, given his poor eyesight. On the whole, a moderately sinister sort of man.
Height: Six feet, two inches.
Body: All lank, no muscle.
Other distinguishing features: Faint little scars along his hands and mouth, which aren’t too noticeable unless they’re fresh wounds or you’re looking for them. Additionally, he has a large, red birth mark at the base of his neck; terribly, it resembles a particularly nasty burn scar. To avoid unwanted questions, he is careful to keep it covered.
Wardrobe: Monks isn’t one to concern himself with matters of fashion, but he looks equally fine in casual or formal apparel. So that tends to work out in his favor. He can generally be discovered clothed in jeans and a sweater of some sort, and his thick, black framed spectacles.
Play By: Jarvis Cocker. [/ul]
PERSONALITY
General personality:Edward is a difficult man to deal with. He is blunt, dismissive, and too easily amused by the misfortunes of others for his own good. He has so little substantial belongings in the world that he’s had to turn to possessing pride, that unfortunate attribute. It has made him incorrigible, since he generally believes himself to be the only noteworthy person in any encounter. His feelings are of the permanent sort, slowly burning as they fester and deepen. If he can muster up a smidgeon of affection for one, then that tender emotion will stick with him, however much he might regret it or otherwise despise the person in question. Conversely, his hates are forever, filling his interactions with petty sullenness.
It is a lengthy list, that which details his fears. Content yourself in knowing that should he encounter one of them, it is a potential trigger to one of his fits: all consuming urges to cause agony, or create terror, or commit violence, and other improper things of such devious natures. The only way Leeford can maintain any composure during one is to distract his sense with pain. Hence his bitten knuckles, his scarred mouth. At least they’re as brief as they are frequent.
Likes:
- literature
- control
- solitude
- travel
- intellect
Dislikes:
- flowers
- sentimentality
- thunder
- hysteria
- murder
Strengths: A lifetime spent being friends with books has gifted Edward his large vocabulary. He makes a good first impression, though exactly how the man manages that is beyond comprehension. And he’s completely dedicated to achieving whatever goal he has at the time; it’s what those goals generally are that’s the pity.
Weaknesses: Monks is rather much a paranoid little bugger. He is also indecisive, when it comes to matters of any less importance then that of his bastard half brother. Lastly, and perhaps most regrettably, he doesn’t play well with others.
BACKGROUND
Family: Father Edwin Leeford (deceased); mother Diane Leeford (deceased); bastard half brother “Oliver Twist”.
Date of Birth: July 3rd, 1980.
Education: Dropped out of college when news came of the bastard’s whereabouts.
Occupation: Clerk at a bookshop.
Worst past experience: The day he read his father’s will. Yes, they hadn’t seen each other in at least seven years. And yes, yes, he’d always sided with mother. But it’s nevertheless an unpleasant feeling, seeing, in print, that your own daddy didn’t care enough to leave you anything. Clearing up the matter of whether he ever loved you with a straight forward no.
Best past experience: The first time he visited the library. Young Leeford’s eyes had filled with honest wonder at the rows and rows and rows of books, which he could never get enough of at home. Whoever came up with the idea was a respectable man, in his opinion. Sorta person one wouldn’t mind having for parent.
Image: He’s seen as a bit of a git, honestly. Which suits him fine.
History: Edwin Leeford was never in love with Diane Miller. Granted, he did have a certain sort of affection for her, given their parents had been friends since before his birth, and you would never catch him speaking ill of the lady. Yet there was that ten year age difference between them; an issue in itself, but more so considering he had not even entered his twenties. So Ed would converse with her, and go on outings occasionally, but never anything serious. They were friends, and nothing more.
He failed to comprehend, however, the depth of Diane’s feelings for him, and just how far she would go to get what she wanted. The woman was smitten with her dear friend, who was so much more of a gentleman then any men her age. Perhaps she was not searching very hard, or possibly there were deeper issues, but reasoning is irrelevant. The fact is that Miss Miller, tired of waiting for Ed to notice her of his own accord, took matters into her own hands that night at dinner. A little atmosphere, a lot wine...the youth didn’t notice anything amiss for some time. And when he did, it was at point where he could not gain the upper hand against the determined female.
They were married a few months afterwards, at the insistence of the elder Leefords and Millers. If the guests noticed the vaguely unfashionable loose cut of the bride’s gown, or the barely of age groom’s reserved demeanor, the festivities rendered them too polite to comment. They did, however, mention how overjoyed Diane seemed, and wasn’t it just darling, the way she kept clinging to her husband’s arm like that? Good thing the photographer was on hand and relentless in snapping shots; even before Edward was born, the whole shotgun marriage had fallen apart, and that wedding album would remain the sole reminder of the happy times his mother had wished for.
Growing up, Edward Alastar Leeford always lived alone and with his mother. While she would not consent to a divorce, Diane did permit Edwin to live separately from her. An offer the man accepted in a heartbeat, eager to pursue a career and however much of a life one could have with a wife and child. Mrs. Leeford did not waste any time on hurt feelings, instead putting all her efforts into raising the son that was the spitting image of her still beloved partner. Consequentially, the youth was sheltered and isolated from any would be peers. Father visited from time to time, but never for long, and always managed to avoid any alone time with his son.
Edward was a precocious little momma’s boy. He spent his time indoors, reading anything he could get his hands on. Was never very popular at school, and never joined any clubs, but he knew he was special. His mother had told him so, just like she’d told him about what a terrible man his father was. And Mother only told him the truth, just like she said.
It was only after Father’s death that he and Mother realized just how much of a life he’d found: impregnated a young girl, most likely in the same way he himself had been conceived, and deluded her with false promises of making her an honest woman. There were letters to her mixed in with the will, the will that excluded Edward and Diane, and focused instead on Edwin’s bastard. The half brother who would get all of their father’s possessions, so long as he proved an honest, good natured little wretch until he came of age. The only issue was, no one could find the boy. The harlot had run away from her home, and died after giving birth to him. The place of birth, and the infant’s peculiar name were recorded, but after that, everything was blank.
Mother died soon afterwards, a proprietorial, angry woman to the end. It was only after becoming an orphan that Edward realized that if he could track down the bastard, and corrupt him, then he could cheat him of a father’s love the same way he’d been cheated. Tit for tat, brother dearest.
Leeford was careful from the get go. Murder was utterly out of the question, given his own personal disgust towards it. Not to mention it’s traced so easily. He also assumed an alias, for his dealings with less then respectable folks: Monks. No clever anagram, no allusion to anyone important in his life. Merely a meaningless name that would be the much more difficult to pin on him.
He’s searched for “Oliver” for years, but Monks is a patient man. His salvation will come.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
”Edward, what are you doing?”
What was he doing, an excellent question indeed. Knees pressed up against his chest, heart thudding recklessly for cowering here behind the counter. His coworker was entirely in the right, posing such a query touching on the current state of his activities. Yet the fact remained it was a bothersome interrogation at present, and he’d prefer not to express his reasoning to this female he knew only in a business environment.
“It doesn’t concern you, Cara,” he said darkly, through gritting teeth. “And it would be most agreeable if you would kindly, very kindly, let me be.”
The man wasn’t looking at her, and had no need to either; he knew her expression would be one of dismay, feminine wistfulness shimmering in her large eyes. He could still hear her though, how unfortunate, as she replied timidly, “But Edward. There are customers, and they’re going to want to buy their books, y’know. And you’re the one at the register..."
Good. GOD. He could hurt this woman, Monks really could. Yank her down by that inappropriately sized scrap of cloth she called a skirt, and squeeze her frail wrists until they snapped, sounding to all the world like a breaking baby bird, as she would so eloquently screamscreamscream...
He squeezed his eyes tight, and stuck his hand into his mouth. Didn’t stop biting until he tasted blood, even though Cara inhaled sharply. Then he calmly removed the first aid kit from the drawer located near his left elbow, and asked his coworker, “Is the kid still here?”
”Who?”
“The child! The youth! The urchin...” Here he paused, and took a deep breath. Couldn’t let her rile him up again so soon, or he’d never leave this makeshift alcove. “The kid who was perusing the graphic novels. Is he still doing so?”
”I don’t see any kid,” she replied, after dubiously searching. “Are you coming out from under there or not?”
“Yes, that would be the clever thing to do, wouldn’t it?” he quiped, applying a bandage to the area slowly oozing blood. “Thank you, Cara. You’ve been most...obliging. You can go now.”
She did, muttering something about speaking to the manager, and Edward was free to stand up once again. True to Cara’s word, the kid had disappeared. Which was all for the best. He hadn’t been sure whether he’d recognized him because the youngster had been present at Fagin’s place at some past occasion, or if it was because his face had something of his father’s features in it. And he wasn’t sure he could’ve avoided killing the creature if he’d looked at it any longer. Thus the aforementioned cowering and said racing heart.
). And I love your voice for Edward, so snarky 
