Post by Fitzwilliam Darcy on Apr 22, 2011 15:06:42 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Midge and this is my First character. I found this site through Jake!. Something you should know about me is There are twelve different types of tea in my cupboard.
Canon: Pride and Prejudice
Custom Title: A truth universally acknowledged
PHYSICAL
Age:twenty seven
Gender: male
Appearance
Height: 6’1”
Body: Broad shouldered but otherwise nothing over worth nothing. Darcy is certainly not a man carrying excess weight, but nor is he excessively slim. A lifetime of spot has kept him well toned.
Other distinguishing features: Darcy has hair that has a life of it’s own, despite attempts to keep it under control. It’s a mass of dark curls and invariably too long. Darcy is also rarely to be seen clean shaven – having decided long ago that he prefers the stubbled look.
Wardrobe:There is nothing casual about Darcy’s wardrobe. Shirts, suits, ties and cravats are worn daily, whether the situation explicitly calls for it or not. The only exception to the uptight attire is when on the polo field, in which case t-shirts, jeans and jodhpurs are all fair game.[/ul]
Play By: Hugh Dancy
PERSONALITY
General personality:
gentleman |’jentlmən|
noun ( pl. -men)
1 a chivalrous, courteous, or honorable man : he behaved like a perfect gentleman.
• a man of good social position, esp. one of wealth and leisure.
• a man of noble birth attached to a royal household.
2 Fitzwilliam Darcy
Some people claim that they can be defined by a term found in a dictionary; be it idiot or genius, reckless or collected, but in the case of Fitzwilliam and ‘gentleman’, you really couldn’t find a better description. Instilled from a young age by a very family, he is chivalrous to a fault, his attitude towards others – and women in particular – nothing affected, but rather completely natural to him. Manners are very important to him, both in the way he acts and in the way others act towards him, something he knows he’s always going to be able to fall back upon when other tools are not at his disposal. As far as being honorable goes, doing what is right is something that the young man has been concerned with for as long as he’s been able to understand the concept of right and wrong, of good and evil. He has deep-seated morals that many people might find antiquated, but would be equally hard pressed to fault him for. The second two points of the definition also ring true about Master Darcy. Wealth, social standing and indeed nobility are something he’s never going to lack.
His manners, his collectedness, and his sense of personal pride – and when you’re close to graduating with a PhD in literature on top of your familial connections, you can afford to feel pride, despite it’s association with the seven deadly sins - can, however, make him seem rather cold and aloof to those that don’t know him. Arrogant and unapproachable even. He appreciates that people are entitled to their own opinions of him – and he most certainly builds his own opinions of others – but would like to believe that this isn’t entirely the case. His distance from the vast majority of people is more to do with the fact that he struggles to relate to others, his upbringing not fully allowing for much interaction with anyone other than his family and the staff at the family home. The exception to this being various parties hosted by his family and the polo events he has attended – and neither of those situations really requires casual conversation. It isn’t aloofness that distances him, but rather a well disguised awkwardness with social situations.
Those people that have taken the time to get to know Fitzwilliam properly, however, get to see a very different side to him than the one presented to the rest of the world. Away from prying eyes and in the privacy of his own – or someone else’s – home, Fitz finds himself able to relax somewhat. Finds himself able to let the mask slip and allow his true personality to shine through. At heart, he is highly family orientated, would do just about anything for his little sister. This spills over into the other people he is close to – friends, romantic interests – and just as he would do anything Georgiana, he would do almost anything for them, should they ask it of him. Those people that take the time to get to know Fitz know him as being very generous – they know that they can ask.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
A strong sense of duty and moral fibre.
Speaks fluent French and passable Latin, not that the latter has a great deal of use.
Has impeccable control over himself and his emotions.
Weaknesses:
Something of an obsession with what is right and what is wrong.
A ‘damsel in distress’
His younger sister, Georgiana– finds it impossible to refuse her anything.
BACKGROUND
Family:
George Darcy – father – deceased
Anne Darcy [nee Fitzwilliam] – mother – Deceased
Georgiana Darcy – Younger sister
Lady Catherine de Bourgh – Aunt
Colonel Fitzwilliam – Cousin
Anne de Bourgh - Cousin
Education: Fitzwilliam has always been at the receiving end of the best education available, and it shows. He is an erudite young man.
Occupation: Currently in his last year of gaining a PhD in literature from Columbia university.
History:
In any tale, there’s always a story of went on before. Before the action, before the interesting parts. The story of Fitzwilliam Darcy is no different, and so before we get onto him, it is perhaps important to look into the lives of his parents briefly. George Darcy came from a family of old standing in English society – his father was given a life peerage – though they held little money to their name. George had always shown entrepreneurial tendencies, and with a small loan from Anne’s parents, they set up a software business based out of their first London home. It might have all started small, but it most definitely did not continue in such a vein, the next ten years seeing Darcy Software rising to be one of the biggest names in the world. The London office was replaced by offices in London, New York City and San Francisco, the apartment becoming a mansion upon Long Island. It was only then, when the Darcy’s were numbered in among the wealthiest families in the world, when George was nearing forty and Anne only slightly younger, that they decided to expand upon their family.
Thus enter Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Early childhood was rather unremarkable for the young boy, or rather, he doesn’t recall anything other than the occasional snippet of memory to make it remarkable. He was, by all accounts, a happy child, one that took an interest in the world around him and was quick to develop conversational skills in order to question about his surroundings. One of the most vivid memories was when his parents brought Georgiana home from the hospital when he was eleven. A brand new sister - just for him. At least, that was how he saw it. And right from the word go he doted upon her – something he still does, despite the years that have passed.
That, however, may well be due in part to the other vivid memory Darcy has from childhood. It was the crying that woke him up that December morning. Crying that wasn’t coming from the nursery next to his bedroom. Crying that wasn’t Georgiana. Climbing out of bed, he’d quietly padded along the corridor towards the sound, pushing open the door of his parents’ bedroom to find his father hunched over the far too still figure of his mother. Anne had suffered a massive heart attack – something no one in the family could have expected.
Not too long after this tragic occurrence, Fitzwilliam was sent to England to continue his schooling at his father’s alma mater. It was a big change for the then thirteen year old boy, but just as he’d been brought up to do, he took it all in his stride. Boarding school life, as it turned out, suited the young Mr. Darcy, as did the pursuits to which his free time became dedicated. When not studying, Fitz would invariably be found out on the polo field, lessons as a youngster being honed into something far more skillful in his adolescence. Holidays, however, were always spent back in America with his father and sister.
When the time came for university choices to be made, Fitzwilliam once again decided to follow in the footsteps of his father, by applying to Oxford to complete a bachelor’s degree in English Literature. It was not too long after this that the second big shock to the Darcy system came. The sudden death of George Darcy. This meant that Fitzwilliam, overnight, became the main shareholder in one of the most successful software companies – something which brings in a very sizable income – and the sole guardian of Georgiana. It is a change that should have brought him home from Oxford almost immediately – he needed to be there for his sister, after all – but Fitzwilliam didn’t, and this is something he regrets to this day. Controlled as he was over his emotions, the sudden grief that overtook him was almost too much to bear, and thus he remained with his studies. Georgiana was passed into the temporary care of their military cousin and provided with a nanny.
It was while living with the colonel that Georgiana became entangled with someone that had long since been a close friend of the family. One might consider him almost a brother to Fitzwilliam, close as they had been in age and friends through childhood. But George Wickham was slyer than anyone gave him credit for and when, a little over a year ago, Fitz received information that he’d run off with Georgiana – the intention being to marry. Thankfully he was able to halt proceedings before they went too far out of control, but it was enough to prompt him to move back to the States. The PhD he’d been working on at Oxford was transferred to Columbia, and Darcy took up residence within the city. Georgiana still lives with their cousin for the most part, but he is able to spend much more time with her. And thus things have remained for the past few months. All that is left, is to discover what the future will hold.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
As far as commitments to being in actual lectures were concerned, being a graduate student had both it’s pros and cons. While contact time was something that was greatly reduced, leaving the time for individual study and reading – something Darcy had always been particularly interested in himself, far more than sitting in a lecture hall being talked at for hours on end – the freer time table also meant that his tutors were prone to calling tutor sessions and seminar groups at the most random of times. One week so very rarely matched the week preceding it, and so garnering any sort of work schedule was an almost impossible task, even for the most organised of minds. This particular day was no exception. For the past two weeks, Tuesdays had been a day where he wasn’t required to meet up with any of the university staff. Tuesdays were, as a rule, a day when he could, if he so wished, not actually do anything relating to his degree at all – the time instead being used to focus on Rory, or perhaps some boxing training, possibly even working out something for the debate club. Occupied thusly, he rarely felt guilty about not working on his thesis, nor about not reading in the library That, however, wasn’t going to be the way things worked today. Today, he’d received a message asking if he could meet with his advisor first thing – a simple meeting to discuss progress and the next course of action. Something to which Darcy was more than happy to oblige.
And so that was where he’d been that morning, breakfast a slice of toast eaten on the move as he crossed the frozen campus towards his advisors office, one gloved hand pushed into the pocket of his black overcoat, the other holding onto the handle of a black umbrella that was left swinging down by his side– the sky having looked very heavy with snow as he’d left the apartment, a snowstorm not something he wanted to get caught in. The checked scarf he’d received as part of his Christmas present the year before from Georgiana was gladly wrapped about his neck, his leather satchel containing his most recent notes hung across one shoulder. He wasn’t expecting it to be a long meeting – and had he been the sort of character to shirk responsibility at any opportunity, then he most certainly would have done on this occasion, reasoning that the effort required to walk across the campus for what would undoubtedly be little more than a fifteen-minute meeting simply wasn’t worth it. Shirking responsibility, however, was just not something that Darcy had ever had in his nature – if someone in a position of responsibility asked him to do something, then he would do it without question, and he would usually be found doing it with a smile.
Just as he had thought, the meeting with his advisor was over almost as soon as it had begun, his progress with his thesis directly on track, his strategy for working over the winter break carefully planned out. And thus he was soon making his way back towards the apartment he called home during term time, the movement of students between the academic buildings and the halls of residence markedly slowed compared to when he’d made the journey the other way - morning lectures having started. Well, at least the apartment would be quiet, meaning he could spend a short time working upon what his advisor had asked him to do before leaving the academics for the day and making his way down towards the stables – weather permitting. Indoor arenas were all well and good, but Rory was, and always had been, an outdoor sort of horse. Being cooped up inside and exercising inside simply wasn’t his idea of a good time.
Key card and two keys later and Darcy was pushing open the door to Flat 205, his bag being placed carefully upon the floor by the kitchen door as he made his way into the kitchen area to make himself a mug of tea. That in hand, he picked up the bag from the floor once more, crossing the living area towards his room. Letting the door click shut behind him, the grad student came to a halt, any joviality he might have held on his features rapidly dissipating as he turned cold, grey-blue eyes upon the man stood close to the window. ”What the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was a rare thing indeed for Darcy to show even the slightest hint of a temper, but walking in on someone in his room – someone who had evidently made their way in there through the window – that was something he was willing to make an exception for.
Fitzwilliam Darcy
Elite
Elite
Canon: Pride and Prejudice
Custom Title: A truth universally acknowledged
PHYSICAL
Age:twenty seven
Gender: male
Appearance
Height: 6’1”
Body: Broad shouldered but otherwise nothing over worth nothing. Darcy is certainly not a man carrying excess weight, but nor is he excessively slim. A lifetime of spot has kept him well toned.
Other distinguishing features: Darcy has hair that has a life of it’s own, despite attempts to keep it under control. It’s a mass of dark curls and invariably too long. Darcy is also rarely to be seen clean shaven – having decided long ago that he prefers the stubbled look.
Wardrobe:There is nothing casual about Darcy’s wardrobe. Shirts, suits, ties and cravats are worn daily, whether the situation explicitly calls for it or not. The only exception to the uptight attire is when on the polo field, in which case t-shirts, jeans and jodhpurs are all fair game.[/ul]
Play By: Hugh Dancy
PERSONALITY
General personality:
gentleman |’jentlmən|
noun ( pl. -men)
1 a chivalrous, courteous, or honorable man : he behaved like a perfect gentleman.
• a man of good social position, esp. one of wealth and leisure.
• a man of noble birth attached to a royal household.
2 Fitzwilliam Darcy
Some people claim that they can be defined by a term found in a dictionary; be it idiot or genius, reckless or collected, but in the case of Fitzwilliam and ‘gentleman’, you really couldn’t find a better description. Instilled from a young age by a very family, he is chivalrous to a fault, his attitude towards others – and women in particular – nothing affected, but rather completely natural to him. Manners are very important to him, both in the way he acts and in the way others act towards him, something he knows he’s always going to be able to fall back upon when other tools are not at his disposal. As far as being honorable goes, doing what is right is something that the young man has been concerned with for as long as he’s been able to understand the concept of right and wrong, of good and evil. He has deep-seated morals that many people might find antiquated, but would be equally hard pressed to fault him for. The second two points of the definition also ring true about Master Darcy. Wealth, social standing and indeed nobility are something he’s never going to lack.
His manners, his collectedness, and his sense of personal pride – and when you’re close to graduating with a PhD in literature on top of your familial connections, you can afford to feel pride, despite it’s association with the seven deadly sins - can, however, make him seem rather cold and aloof to those that don’t know him. Arrogant and unapproachable even. He appreciates that people are entitled to their own opinions of him – and he most certainly builds his own opinions of others – but would like to believe that this isn’t entirely the case. His distance from the vast majority of people is more to do with the fact that he struggles to relate to others, his upbringing not fully allowing for much interaction with anyone other than his family and the staff at the family home. The exception to this being various parties hosted by his family and the polo events he has attended – and neither of those situations really requires casual conversation. It isn’t aloofness that distances him, but rather a well disguised awkwardness with social situations.
Those people that have taken the time to get to know Fitzwilliam properly, however, get to see a very different side to him than the one presented to the rest of the world. Away from prying eyes and in the privacy of his own – or someone else’s – home, Fitz finds himself able to relax somewhat. Finds himself able to let the mask slip and allow his true personality to shine through. At heart, he is highly family orientated, would do just about anything for his little sister. This spills over into the other people he is close to – friends, romantic interests – and just as he would do anything Georgiana, he would do almost anything for them, should they ask it of him. Those people that take the time to get to know Fitz know him as being very generous – they know that they can ask.
Likes:
- Pemberley
- Hindsight, his grey and white cat
- Classical music, especially music written for cello or piano
- Debate
- Polo
- Caramelised red onions and goats cheese
- Boxing
- Family
- Proper manners – something sorely lacking in his opinion
Dislikes:
- Rap, dance and R&B ‘music’
- People disrespecting women
- Arguments that turn to physical violence
- Those not of his social standing
- Football
- Being told no
- Fast food
- The sight of blood
- Blue cheese
- Public transport
Strengths:
A strong sense of duty and moral fibre.
Speaks fluent French and passable Latin, not that the latter has a great deal of use.
Has impeccable control over himself and his emotions.
Weaknesses:
Something of an obsession with what is right and what is wrong.
A ‘damsel in distress’
His younger sister, Georgiana– finds it impossible to refuse her anything.
BACKGROUND
Family:
George Darcy – father – deceased
Anne Darcy [nee Fitzwilliam] – mother – Deceased
Georgiana Darcy – Younger sister
Lady Catherine de Bourgh – Aunt
Colonel Fitzwilliam – Cousin
Anne de Bourgh - Cousin
Education: Fitzwilliam has always been at the receiving end of the best education available, and it shows. He is an erudite young man.
Occupation: Currently in his last year of gaining a PhD in literature from Columbia university.
History:
In any tale, there’s always a story of went on before. Before the action, before the interesting parts. The story of Fitzwilliam Darcy is no different, and so before we get onto him, it is perhaps important to look into the lives of his parents briefly. George Darcy came from a family of old standing in English society – his father was given a life peerage – though they held little money to their name. George had always shown entrepreneurial tendencies, and with a small loan from Anne’s parents, they set up a software business based out of their first London home. It might have all started small, but it most definitely did not continue in such a vein, the next ten years seeing Darcy Software rising to be one of the biggest names in the world. The London office was replaced by offices in London, New York City and San Francisco, the apartment becoming a mansion upon Long Island. It was only then, when the Darcy’s were numbered in among the wealthiest families in the world, when George was nearing forty and Anne only slightly younger, that they decided to expand upon their family.
Thus enter Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Early childhood was rather unremarkable for the young boy, or rather, he doesn’t recall anything other than the occasional snippet of memory to make it remarkable. He was, by all accounts, a happy child, one that took an interest in the world around him and was quick to develop conversational skills in order to question about his surroundings. One of the most vivid memories was when his parents brought Georgiana home from the hospital when he was eleven. A brand new sister - just for him. At least, that was how he saw it. And right from the word go he doted upon her – something he still does, despite the years that have passed.
That, however, may well be due in part to the other vivid memory Darcy has from childhood. It was the crying that woke him up that December morning. Crying that wasn’t coming from the nursery next to his bedroom. Crying that wasn’t Georgiana. Climbing out of bed, he’d quietly padded along the corridor towards the sound, pushing open the door of his parents’ bedroom to find his father hunched over the far too still figure of his mother. Anne had suffered a massive heart attack – something no one in the family could have expected.
Not too long after this tragic occurrence, Fitzwilliam was sent to England to continue his schooling at his father’s alma mater. It was a big change for the then thirteen year old boy, but just as he’d been brought up to do, he took it all in his stride. Boarding school life, as it turned out, suited the young Mr. Darcy, as did the pursuits to which his free time became dedicated. When not studying, Fitz would invariably be found out on the polo field, lessons as a youngster being honed into something far more skillful in his adolescence. Holidays, however, were always spent back in America with his father and sister.
When the time came for university choices to be made, Fitzwilliam once again decided to follow in the footsteps of his father, by applying to Oxford to complete a bachelor’s degree in English Literature. It was not too long after this that the second big shock to the Darcy system came. The sudden death of George Darcy. This meant that Fitzwilliam, overnight, became the main shareholder in one of the most successful software companies – something which brings in a very sizable income – and the sole guardian of Georgiana. It is a change that should have brought him home from Oxford almost immediately – he needed to be there for his sister, after all – but Fitzwilliam didn’t, and this is something he regrets to this day. Controlled as he was over his emotions, the sudden grief that overtook him was almost too much to bear, and thus he remained with his studies. Georgiana was passed into the temporary care of their military cousin and provided with a nanny.
It was while living with the colonel that Georgiana became entangled with someone that had long since been a close friend of the family. One might consider him almost a brother to Fitzwilliam, close as they had been in age and friends through childhood. But George Wickham was slyer than anyone gave him credit for and when, a little over a year ago, Fitz received information that he’d run off with Georgiana – the intention being to marry. Thankfully he was able to halt proceedings before they went too far out of control, but it was enough to prompt him to move back to the States. The PhD he’d been working on at Oxford was transferred to Columbia, and Darcy took up residence within the city. Georgiana still lives with their cousin for the most part, but he is able to spend much more time with her. And thus things have remained for the past few months. All that is left, is to discover what the future will hold.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
As far as commitments to being in actual lectures were concerned, being a graduate student had both it’s pros and cons. While contact time was something that was greatly reduced, leaving the time for individual study and reading – something Darcy had always been particularly interested in himself, far more than sitting in a lecture hall being talked at for hours on end – the freer time table also meant that his tutors were prone to calling tutor sessions and seminar groups at the most random of times. One week so very rarely matched the week preceding it, and so garnering any sort of work schedule was an almost impossible task, even for the most organised of minds. This particular day was no exception. For the past two weeks, Tuesdays had been a day where he wasn’t required to meet up with any of the university staff. Tuesdays were, as a rule, a day when he could, if he so wished, not actually do anything relating to his degree at all – the time instead being used to focus on Rory, or perhaps some boxing training, possibly even working out something for the debate club. Occupied thusly, he rarely felt guilty about not working on his thesis, nor about not reading in the library That, however, wasn’t going to be the way things worked today. Today, he’d received a message asking if he could meet with his advisor first thing – a simple meeting to discuss progress and the next course of action. Something to which Darcy was more than happy to oblige.
And so that was where he’d been that morning, breakfast a slice of toast eaten on the move as he crossed the frozen campus towards his advisors office, one gloved hand pushed into the pocket of his black overcoat, the other holding onto the handle of a black umbrella that was left swinging down by his side– the sky having looked very heavy with snow as he’d left the apartment, a snowstorm not something he wanted to get caught in. The checked scarf he’d received as part of his Christmas present the year before from Georgiana was gladly wrapped about his neck, his leather satchel containing his most recent notes hung across one shoulder. He wasn’t expecting it to be a long meeting – and had he been the sort of character to shirk responsibility at any opportunity, then he most certainly would have done on this occasion, reasoning that the effort required to walk across the campus for what would undoubtedly be little more than a fifteen-minute meeting simply wasn’t worth it. Shirking responsibility, however, was just not something that Darcy had ever had in his nature – if someone in a position of responsibility asked him to do something, then he would do it without question, and he would usually be found doing it with a smile.
Just as he had thought, the meeting with his advisor was over almost as soon as it had begun, his progress with his thesis directly on track, his strategy for working over the winter break carefully planned out. And thus he was soon making his way back towards the apartment he called home during term time, the movement of students between the academic buildings and the halls of residence markedly slowed compared to when he’d made the journey the other way - morning lectures having started. Well, at least the apartment would be quiet, meaning he could spend a short time working upon what his advisor had asked him to do before leaving the academics for the day and making his way down towards the stables – weather permitting. Indoor arenas were all well and good, but Rory was, and always had been, an outdoor sort of horse. Being cooped up inside and exercising inside simply wasn’t his idea of a good time.
Key card and two keys later and Darcy was pushing open the door to Flat 205, his bag being placed carefully upon the floor by the kitchen door as he made his way into the kitchen area to make himself a mug of tea. That in hand, he picked up the bag from the floor once more, crossing the living area towards his room. Letting the door click shut behind him, the grad student came to a halt, any joviality he might have held on his features rapidly dissipating as he turned cold, grey-blue eyes upon the man stood close to the window. ”What the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was a rare thing indeed for Darcy to show even the slightest hint of a temper, but walking in on someone in his room – someone who had evidently made their way in there through the window – that was something he was willing to make an exception for.
