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lackingbeauty) wrote2014-09-11 10:17 pm
lackingbeauty) wrote2014-09-11 10:17 pm
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Route 29 ♕ Application
Player
Name: Rizu
Personal Journal:waxwing
E-mail: opheliary@gmail.com
AIM/Plurk/Etc.: stormcoming [plurk], steelandpride [AIM]
Timezone: JST
Current Characters in Route: n/a
Character
Name: Beast
Series: Kuroshitsuji
Timeline: beginning of chapter 29, “That Butler, Scandalous”
Canon Resource Links: Kuroshitsuji Wiki sums it up nicely
Personality: The first thing people usually notice about Beast's personality is her short temper. Bellicose and domineering, her moods can change drastically based on the smallest or most well-meaning of comments. Not only fast with a foul mouth, Beast is just as quick to lash out physically when frustrated or angry, no matter the consequences. Driven by her strong emotions, only the people she considers family have much success in getting her to calm down, and even among them only Joker was shown to be able to do it skillfully. Whether it's someone she just met or even someone she's supposed to be treating well, (such as when Sebastian was masquerading as a paying customer to the Circus), she'll aim a kick when she feels it's deserved.
However, this temper and her short fuse seem to be less the product of anger and more an attempt to hide how very sensitive about certain issues she is. Beast abhors appearing weak, and as a woman with one and a third legs, she's been weak more times than she cares to recall. People bringing up her low-class background, insulting her ragtag family, and especially people who make comments about her leg or the other circus members' disabilities/disfigured features is going to find themselves on Beast's infamous bad side real quick. And once you get there, it's hard to get back on her good side- she's stubborn, bad at apologizing, and reluctant to admit wrong-doing on her part to others.
Coming from as bad a background as she has, abandoned before she can really remember to fend for herself doing child labor and living on the streets of London's East End, Beast is bitter and cynical about people in general, and has a hard time extending trust to others. She views authority figures as corrupt and uncaring, the rich as gluttons unconcerned with the plights of the poor, and the idea of a kind and loving higher power contemptible. Once her trust is earned, Beast is a friend through think and thin, willing to put her life on the line for you, but being accepted in to her circle of family and friends is not the easiest thing to achieve with how standoffish and easy to offend she can be.
Beast is rather prudish when it comes to her own person, yet wears rather scandalous leather garments for her performances. While playing her part she's sexual, confidant, but any man who makes comments about her character or clothing choices when she's outside the ring is likely to find himself with a very angry woman who is good with a whip on his hands- and not in the good way. If no one mentions it or brings attention to her, she doesn't have a problem with presenting that way, but a single word reminds her to be self-conscious or offended. A product of her times, some could say, but even for Victorian England Beast can seem a bit old-fashioned. She never had the luxury of prudishness before- she'd likely have hiked up her skirts if it meant living a better life with no hesitation back before the Baron, but now she has someone she loves, and some actual dignity in her life and she's loath to betray it.
Though she fills the role of "villain" alongside her fellow circus members in her particular story arc, Beast is not an evil woman no matter how dirty the deeds she's committed have been. What she does have is a strong desire to protect her family, the cobbled together group of street orphans who were "saved' by Baron Kelvin. With the Baron's seal stamped on the false leg she wears as a constant reminder of just who she owes her life to, Beast and the rest of the Noah's Ark Circus' core members are basically in a situation where they're both blackmailed in to and obligated to do whatever it is the Baron asks them to do, no matter how distasteful they find it. The fact that they owe the Baron everything may hang over their heads, but that alone isn't enough to motivate Beast. Of all the members, she seems the one who resents the Baron the most, most likely for what she perceives as his ill influence over Joker. But it's not just that debt- the Baron controls the workhouse where all the other kids she grew up with, kids like her, missing limbs, abused, or with abnormal bodies, live, and he's insinuated that those kids will only remain happy and healthy as long as he gets what he asks for.
So the Noah's Ark Circus kidnaps kids in the dead of night and eliminates any witnesses, delivering those children to Baron Kelvin. Only Joker among them knew exactly what fate those children met, but even Beast knew it couldn't be good, not with how strange their "Father" was growing each passing year. But she does it anyway, makes the choice to sacrifice children who grew up with families, warm, fed, for kids like her who she can save. She doesn't view what she's doing as noble, nor does she feel in any way happy about buying the lives of children she's chosen to throw her lot in with using the lives of children she's selected to be... she doesn't want to know. But she does it anyway.
Noah's Ark Circus hides a lot of secrets, and all of the members are pretty skilled at putting on shows and acts, for the secrets if not for the fact that they make their living as performers. Beast can hold on to the act in the ring, in her persona as the Circus' star performer, the wild animal tamer, strong, sexy, brilliant, smiling, but she has difficulties outside the big top with lying straight faced. In front of an audience she can control her character crafted to please, but she's remarkably easy to read when she's not careful, which is another reason she hides behind that explosive temper of hers. Just like she doesn't want people seeing how sensitive she can be, she also has a vested interest in making sure they can't tell she's lying or hiding something.
One of the things she tries hard to hide, (and seriously fails at hiding), is her unrequited love for the circus ring leader, Joker. She's felt affection for him different from how she feels about the rest of their family since their Renbon Workhouse days, and it's she who notices most how what they do affects Joker. She notes how his smiles have grown more fake, how he's pulled away and grown more distant as they serve Father, and he the favored son. It's her love for him, hating to see him like that, that prompts her to suggest to him that they finally break free from Father, take the circus and make their own living- even if it means abandoning his patronage and protection. It's her love for him that makes her weak and left wanting when he all but rejects her, choosing duty to Father and the children over her pleas for a freer life, perfect prey for a demon who wants names and locations and the truth about the circus.
Beast, had she been given the opportunity, given a body not lacking as hers is, had the potential to grow in to a strong, gruff, but caring woman, capable of living a normal life. But all those are impossibilities now. She's wracked by guilt, at what they do for Father, more recently, at the fact that she accidentally betrayed her family's activities to "Black" in a moment of weakness taken advantage of after the man she loves refused her. She lashes out at the world and people around her who offend her to try and hide how weak she truly is, to cover up what a bad liar she can be and hide her secrets. She loves, knowing that her love may never be returned because of "Father", duty, the truth of the horrible things they do. She is driven by the desire to survive, to live, to one day make it to that idea of "over the hills and far away", some vague, longed for place where people like her can achieve happiness.
Even though she fears that over the hills is too far off for any of them to ever reach.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Because of her experience in the circus, Beast is a good showwoman- in the ring anyway. She can act sexy, confident, and professional when she's in her element or a circumstance she's prepared for. She also has animal training abilities, as her role in the circus was as the wild animal trainer. Particularly we're shown her handling a tiger and an elephant. She utilizes a whip in training and is shown to be skilled enough to also use it as a weapon. Working in the circus and her time on the streets and in work houses means she can do a lot of miscellaneous things like cleaning, mending, cooking, and other basic skills to care for herself and possibly earn coin from. Due to her time as a child in the streets of East End Beast is also quite good at just... surviving. Well- at clinging to life. Because she's faced a lot of hardships, days without food, without clean water, struggling with only one leg to stand on, she isn't someone who whines and complains about going without or roughing it. She considers being relatively clean with a place to sleep and not starving to be a great state to be in.
Purely physically, Beast would have a lot of problems with mobility and work if something were to happen to the prosthetic, as she only possesses a left leg down to mid-thigh. She also may be a bit sensitive about her prosthetic leg, but after living without it for most of her young life she would have trouble giving it up again. As for weaknesses and fears, Beast is most terrified of losing her family. They are basically her everything and without them she'd lose the will to go on alone, not after all they've been through together.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Houndour
Password: Swedish Fish
Samples
First Person Sample:
'ow the 'ell d'ye expect me to use this damn thing-
[The first audible thing is a grumble and a muffled curse before the video is set up correctly and it reveals a rather irritated looking woman with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.]
That workin'? I 'aven' got the time t'be messin' about with this when I could be doin' a bevy a other things-
[She huffs a little in frustration to cut herself off. She didn't start this to just complain, focus, Beast.]
Any'ow, I wanted t'know what you people do 'round 'ere when yer not off on some journey findin' yerself or what not. Yer seriously content jus'... fightin' each other? Trainin' up an' animal is all well an' good, mind, but. Sort a used t'actually workin' for my livin', ye understand.
[If she was going to say anything else, (and she was, because really, this was less actual griping and more griping for the sake of not being able to think of normal ways to start a conversation about people's goals here or their work), Beast doesn't get the chance, interrupted by the sound of a hungry Houndour.
Her gaze moves down to it offscreen, softening her expression a bit before she goes to turn off the PokéGear with a barely audible "yeah, yeah, 'old yer 'orses".]
Third Person Sample:
Beast hated herself for not hating this place.
She woke up with the sun like she always did, bright and early, but there was no tiger, no elephant waiting for their breakfast, no line of second string talent to brush past to get her breakfast, no mucking out pens or putting the animals through their paces- there was a rather strange dog she'd come to know as a Houndour, (not a "hound", apparently). There were all sorts of other beasts about the place, in unfathomable shapes and colors and natures, and it was all impossible. Most of it was- hell, just being in that place had been hard to comprehend. For the first days she'd woken each morning assuming she'd be back where she belonged. Back in London. With her whole family.
She stretched, letting out a satisfied noise as the dog- Pokémon, she corrected herself- beside her began to stir as well. It yawned as she swung her legs, (one and a third legs, technically), out of the bedroll, rolling one real and one false ankle with a chorus of interesting noises. She didn't like wearing the prosthetic to bed, but out in the woods like this... it wasn't smart to take it off. The need to defend oneself hadn't changed from her own home, that was one thing familiar at least, even if the method of defense was rather different.
Next came the PokèGear, checking in on Joker and Snake, see if they'd put anything out on that communal board. Dropping a comment by them, checking in. Arranging to meet. Then came the moment where she wrestled with herself and told herself not to look, but did so anyway. For Doll. For Jumbo. For Dagger. For Peter and Wendy.
Not today.
"Time t'move yer hind end, Dante." With a sigh Beast hauled herself out of the bedroll fully, tugging it out from under her Houndour and rolling it back up, gathering her things and casting an eye out to the trees around her. This sort of life, as foreign and ill fitting as it seemed to her, as much as she railed against it...
It wasn't a bad life.
Father wasn't anywhere to rule their lives. They didn't have to do those sorts of things anymore, (kidnap children in the night, deliver them to fates best left unsaid), and the idea of starving children, abandoned unwanteds, was so far off in the towns she visited these days that it still left her staring up in to the dark at night wondering when she'd realize that what had really happened was she had gone mad.
Perhaps she had. But Dante was nipping at her heels, (and when had that creature become so valuable, so close to her anyhow-), and the sun was rising, and she had food, a way to stay in touch however awkwardly she did, a map, and a destination in mind, a place where she'd been told there were big cats- well, what she called cats and natives to this place called Purrloins.
Whichever. It would do well in her act either way.
"Reckon we can meet up with the others if we get this errand out the way soon." Directed it at the Houndour next to her, though it was more of an announcement to herself. Finish up, return to the others. Even if her heart twinged a bit at the thought, at the guilt of living like this without the others, of leaving them behind, of daring to be something like happy without knowing how they were.
For starting to think she might be growing used to it.
Name: Rizu
Personal Journal:
waxwingE-mail: opheliary@gmail.com
AIM/Plurk/Etc.: stormcoming [plurk], steelandpride [AIM]
Timezone: JST
Current Characters in Route: n/a
Character
Name: Beast
Series: Kuroshitsuji
Timeline: beginning of chapter 29, “That Butler, Scandalous”
Canon Resource Links: Kuroshitsuji Wiki sums it up nicely
Personality: The first thing people usually notice about Beast's personality is her short temper. Bellicose and domineering, her moods can change drastically based on the smallest or most well-meaning of comments. Not only fast with a foul mouth, Beast is just as quick to lash out physically when frustrated or angry, no matter the consequences. Driven by her strong emotions, only the people she considers family have much success in getting her to calm down, and even among them only Joker was shown to be able to do it skillfully. Whether it's someone she just met or even someone she's supposed to be treating well, (such as when Sebastian was masquerading as a paying customer to the Circus), she'll aim a kick when she feels it's deserved.
However, this temper and her short fuse seem to be less the product of anger and more an attempt to hide how very sensitive about certain issues she is. Beast abhors appearing weak, and as a woman with one and a third legs, she's been weak more times than she cares to recall. People bringing up her low-class background, insulting her ragtag family, and especially people who make comments about her leg or the other circus members' disabilities/disfigured features is going to find themselves on Beast's infamous bad side real quick. And once you get there, it's hard to get back on her good side- she's stubborn, bad at apologizing, and reluctant to admit wrong-doing on her part to others.
Coming from as bad a background as she has, abandoned before she can really remember to fend for herself doing child labor and living on the streets of London's East End, Beast is bitter and cynical about people in general, and has a hard time extending trust to others. She views authority figures as corrupt and uncaring, the rich as gluttons unconcerned with the plights of the poor, and the idea of a kind and loving higher power contemptible. Once her trust is earned, Beast is a friend through think and thin, willing to put her life on the line for you, but being accepted in to her circle of family and friends is not the easiest thing to achieve with how standoffish and easy to offend she can be.
Beast is rather prudish when it comes to her own person, yet wears rather scandalous leather garments for her performances. While playing her part she's sexual, confidant, but any man who makes comments about her character or clothing choices when she's outside the ring is likely to find himself with a very angry woman who is good with a whip on his hands- and not in the good way. If no one mentions it or brings attention to her, she doesn't have a problem with presenting that way, but a single word reminds her to be self-conscious or offended. A product of her times, some could say, but even for Victorian England Beast can seem a bit old-fashioned. She never had the luxury of prudishness before- she'd likely have hiked up her skirts if it meant living a better life with no hesitation back before the Baron, but now she has someone she loves, and some actual dignity in her life and she's loath to betray it.
Though she fills the role of "villain" alongside her fellow circus members in her particular story arc, Beast is not an evil woman no matter how dirty the deeds she's committed have been. What she does have is a strong desire to protect her family, the cobbled together group of street orphans who were "saved' by Baron Kelvin. With the Baron's seal stamped on the false leg she wears as a constant reminder of just who she owes her life to, Beast and the rest of the Noah's Ark Circus' core members are basically in a situation where they're both blackmailed in to and obligated to do whatever it is the Baron asks them to do, no matter how distasteful they find it. The fact that they owe the Baron everything may hang over their heads, but that alone isn't enough to motivate Beast. Of all the members, she seems the one who resents the Baron the most, most likely for what she perceives as his ill influence over Joker. But it's not just that debt- the Baron controls the workhouse where all the other kids she grew up with, kids like her, missing limbs, abused, or with abnormal bodies, live, and he's insinuated that those kids will only remain happy and healthy as long as he gets what he asks for.
So the Noah's Ark Circus kidnaps kids in the dead of night and eliminates any witnesses, delivering those children to Baron Kelvin. Only Joker among them knew exactly what fate those children met, but even Beast knew it couldn't be good, not with how strange their "Father" was growing each passing year. But she does it anyway, makes the choice to sacrifice children who grew up with families, warm, fed, for kids like her who she can save. She doesn't view what she's doing as noble, nor does she feel in any way happy about buying the lives of children she's chosen to throw her lot in with using the lives of children she's selected to be... she doesn't want to know. But she does it anyway.
Noah's Ark Circus hides a lot of secrets, and all of the members are pretty skilled at putting on shows and acts, for the secrets if not for the fact that they make their living as performers. Beast can hold on to the act in the ring, in her persona as the Circus' star performer, the wild animal tamer, strong, sexy, brilliant, smiling, but she has difficulties outside the big top with lying straight faced. In front of an audience she can control her character crafted to please, but she's remarkably easy to read when she's not careful, which is another reason she hides behind that explosive temper of hers. Just like she doesn't want people seeing how sensitive she can be, she also has a vested interest in making sure they can't tell she's lying or hiding something.
One of the things she tries hard to hide, (and seriously fails at hiding), is her unrequited love for the circus ring leader, Joker. She's felt affection for him different from how she feels about the rest of their family since their Renbon Workhouse days, and it's she who notices most how what they do affects Joker. She notes how his smiles have grown more fake, how he's pulled away and grown more distant as they serve Father, and he the favored son. It's her love for him, hating to see him like that, that prompts her to suggest to him that they finally break free from Father, take the circus and make their own living- even if it means abandoning his patronage and protection. It's her love for him that makes her weak and left wanting when he all but rejects her, choosing duty to Father and the children over her pleas for a freer life, perfect prey for a demon who wants names and locations and the truth about the circus.
Beast, had she been given the opportunity, given a body not lacking as hers is, had the potential to grow in to a strong, gruff, but caring woman, capable of living a normal life. But all those are impossibilities now. She's wracked by guilt, at what they do for Father, more recently, at the fact that she accidentally betrayed her family's activities to "Black" in a moment of weakness taken advantage of after the man she loves refused her. She lashes out at the world and people around her who offend her to try and hide how weak she truly is, to cover up what a bad liar she can be and hide her secrets. She loves, knowing that her love may never be returned because of "Father", duty, the truth of the horrible things they do. She is driven by the desire to survive, to live, to one day make it to that idea of "over the hills and far away", some vague, longed for place where people like her can achieve happiness.
Even though she fears that over the hills is too far off for any of them to ever reach.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Because of her experience in the circus, Beast is a good showwoman- in the ring anyway. She can act sexy, confident, and professional when she's in her element or a circumstance she's prepared for. She also has animal training abilities, as her role in the circus was as the wild animal trainer. Particularly we're shown her handling a tiger and an elephant. She utilizes a whip in training and is shown to be skilled enough to also use it as a weapon. Working in the circus and her time on the streets and in work houses means she can do a lot of miscellaneous things like cleaning, mending, cooking, and other basic skills to care for herself and possibly earn coin from. Due to her time as a child in the streets of East End Beast is also quite good at just... surviving. Well- at clinging to life. Because she's faced a lot of hardships, days without food, without clean water, struggling with only one leg to stand on, she isn't someone who whines and complains about going without or roughing it. She considers being relatively clean with a place to sleep and not starving to be a great state to be in.
Purely physically, Beast would have a lot of problems with mobility and work if something were to happen to the prosthetic, as she only possesses a left leg down to mid-thigh. She also may be a bit sensitive about her prosthetic leg, but after living without it for most of her young life she would have trouble giving it up again. As for weaknesses and fears, Beast is most terrified of losing her family. They are basically her everything and without them she'd lose the will to go on alone, not after all they've been through together.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Houndour
Password: Swedish Fish
Samples
First Person Sample:
'ow the 'ell d'ye expect me to use this damn thing-
[The first audible thing is a grumble and a muffled curse before the video is set up correctly and it reveals a rather irritated looking woman with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.]
That workin'? I 'aven' got the time t'be messin' about with this when I could be doin' a bevy a other things-
[She huffs a little in frustration to cut herself off. She didn't start this to just complain, focus, Beast.]
Any'ow, I wanted t'know what you people do 'round 'ere when yer not off on some journey findin' yerself or what not. Yer seriously content jus'... fightin' each other? Trainin' up an' animal is all well an' good, mind, but. Sort a used t'actually workin' for my livin', ye understand.
[If she was going to say anything else, (and she was, because really, this was less actual griping and more griping for the sake of not being able to think of normal ways to start a conversation about people's goals here or their work), Beast doesn't get the chance, interrupted by the sound of a hungry Houndour.
Her gaze moves down to it offscreen, softening her expression a bit before she goes to turn off the PokéGear with a barely audible "yeah, yeah, 'old yer 'orses".]
Third Person Sample:
Beast hated herself for not hating this place.
She woke up with the sun like she always did, bright and early, but there was no tiger, no elephant waiting for their breakfast, no line of second string talent to brush past to get her breakfast, no mucking out pens or putting the animals through their paces- there was a rather strange dog she'd come to know as a Houndour, (not a "hound", apparently). There were all sorts of other beasts about the place, in unfathomable shapes and colors and natures, and it was all impossible. Most of it was- hell, just being in that place had been hard to comprehend. For the first days she'd woken each morning assuming she'd be back where she belonged. Back in London. With her whole family.
She stretched, letting out a satisfied noise as the dog- Pokémon, she corrected herself- beside her began to stir as well. It yawned as she swung her legs, (one and a third legs, technically), out of the bedroll, rolling one real and one false ankle with a chorus of interesting noises. She didn't like wearing the prosthetic to bed, but out in the woods like this... it wasn't smart to take it off. The need to defend oneself hadn't changed from her own home, that was one thing familiar at least, even if the method of defense was rather different.
Next came the PokèGear, checking in on Joker and Snake, see if they'd put anything out on that communal board. Dropping a comment by them, checking in. Arranging to meet. Then came the moment where she wrestled with herself and told herself not to look, but did so anyway. For Doll. For Jumbo. For Dagger. For Peter and Wendy.
Not today.
"Time t'move yer hind end, Dante." With a sigh Beast hauled herself out of the bedroll fully, tugging it out from under her Houndour and rolling it back up, gathering her things and casting an eye out to the trees around her. This sort of life, as foreign and ill fitting as it seemed to her, as much as she railed against it...
It wasn't a bad life.
Father wasn't anywhere to rule their lives. They didn't have to do those sorts of things anymore, (kidnap children in the night, deliver them to fates best left unsaid), and the idea of starving children, abandoned unwanteds, was so far off in the towns she visited these days that it still left her staring up in to the dark at night wondering when she'd realize that what had really happened was she had gone mad.
Perhaps she had. But Dante was nipping at her heels, (and when had that creature become so valuable, so close to her anyhow-), and the sun was rising, and she had food, a way to stay in touch however awkwardly she did, a map, and a destination in mind, a place where she'd been told there were big cats- well, what she called cats and natives to this place called Purrloins.
Whichever. It would do well in her act either way.
"Reckon we can meet up with the others if we get this errand out the way soon." Directed it at the Houndour next to her, though it was more of an announcement to herself. Finish up, return to the others. Even if her heart twinged a bit at the thought, at the guilt of living like this without the others, of leaving them behind, of daring to be something like happy without knowing how they were.
For starting to think she might be growing used to it.