Post by The Jester on Jul 11, 2010 9:20:55 GMT -5
THE JESTER
HEY THERE! my name is Hannah and i'm 15 years old.
i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for three (I put five for some reason on Ezzelin’s app, sorry, I must’ve been typing quickly…) years.
I'm puppetmaster of Ezzelin here on SIT, but enough about
me, here's my character. =]
nicknames: The Jester, Touchstone, Wise Fool, Little Heathen, Fe
age: Around 860-ish, give or take a few years. He’s currently in his 3rd regeneration.
religion: N/A
affiliation: Feste doesn’t like to associate himself with a ‘side’, though it’s true he tends to play with fire, so he leans more to the ‘dark side’.
sexuality: Omnisexual
species: Timelord
marital status: ‘Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?’ – Rosalind, As You Like It
member title: All the World's a Stage
playby: Jonas Armstrong
cannon or original: Original
hometown: Gallifrey
current residence: His TARDIS
parents: Doesn’t matter, they’re long gone.
siblings: None
brief history:
Named after one of Shakespeare’s ‘fools’, Feste was born and raised in the red fields of Gallifrey, his mother didn’t work but his father earned a living by studying different forms Literature from across the stars. His father’s career inspired Feste who – instead of playing with children his own age – spent most of his time in the company of his fictional books. Feste didn’t care much for knowledge; he was much more interested in the fairytales and stories which fed his imagination full to the brim with possibilities. As a result he was a very creative child.
Despite admiring the works of many different authors, Feste adored none other than William Shakespeare. To his amazement, he found his father never really appreciated the works of the human playwright; he claimed he ‘rambled on too much’. To which five-year old Feste replied with, “That’s rich, you’re a Timelord.”
Feste lived out his childhood submerged in his own little Shakespearian world, often acting out scenes from his favourite plays; Midsummer Night’s Dream, As You Like It, Macbeth and many more. His parents chose to let him live out his fantasies, after all, it’s not as if he had any friends to play ‘pretend’ with anyway, and defiantly none that enjoyed Shakespeare as much as he did.
When Feste reached the age of eight, he –like all young Gallifreyans- was taken away to gaze into the Untempered Schism, to either end up inspired, insane or shaken. Even to this day Feste is still unsure of how he reacted. He remembers yawning, and wondering exactly what the whole point of that ordeal was. He was later told he’d been ‘inspired’ – inspired to do what? During his time in the academy Feste never really focused on his education; he slacked off, he was late, he answered back when he shouldn’t have. He didn’t care about learning Quantum Mechanics or dusty old ‘Timelord knowledge’ as he dubbed it. Sure he was interested in Time Travel, who wasn’t? And he was intelligent for his age, not that he ever put his brain to ‘good’(at least in the eyes of the Academy) use. He always viewed his education as pointless, it didn’t feel creative and there was nothing in which he could use his imagination. So out becoming frightened, maddened or inspired, was becoming ‘bored of your mind’ a possibility?
As his time progressed in the Academy Feste grew ever wearier of his education and even his Timelord life in general. He hated the whole ‘always watch, never interfere’ motto his species seemed to have adopted and the fact they seemed completely opposed to violence. Feste isn’t the type to go on a gun-shooting rampage but the whole ‘liberation-of-peace’ seemed too far-fetched and impossible for a race that –in Feste’s eyes- could barely sort out it’s own problems. He began questioning, at that stage it was just innocent thoughts, ‘what if’ situations, but as he got older he became much more rebellious, and on one occasion even lashed out when someone challenged him.
At least in the Academy he wasn’t alone. He made friends and managed to suppress his growing bitterness towards the entire species by submerging himself in the company of others his age and even a handful who shared his taste in literature. His antics and trickster-like attitude led him to be known ‘the class clown’ and was dubbed ‘The Jester’, a name which he grew rather attached to, and one that took his mind of his failing grades.
It was miracle he even managed to graduate at all, even he didn’t expect it. Regardless of all the predictions he managed to, and kept his title of ‘The Jester’. Soon after his graduation he obtained his first TARDIS, which he affectionately named Rosalind. He began travelling the universe in his horse-drawn caravan shaped time machine, though mainly sticking visiting Elizabethan England, for obvious reasons, and on two occasions he even managed to bag himself a role in his idol’s plays. Although convincing Elizabethan humans that there was absolutely nothing suspicious about a man who turned up from nowhere knowing all the lines in a play before it had even been performed was quite tricky.
When he was called back up to fight in the Time War, Feste immediately refused. Although he was pleasantly surprised his so-called ‘could-do-no-wrong’ race launched themselves into a war, he turned down the call and ran away. He didn’t care about the Timelord race anymore. The term ‘good riddance’ never fitted so aptly before in his eyes. He ran to the furthest part of the Universe he could find and there he hid, using a special device he’d acquired which worked by cancelling out any trace of his present existence, just in case any other Timelords went looking for him.
He’s remained in hiding up until now, seeing as the Time War is well and truly finished. But now the battery’s running out in his little ‘cancelling-out’ device thingy and new ones don’t come cheap…
[/size]
[/ul]
~ Shakespeare, obviously
~ Reading
~ Anything that allows him to be creative, e.g. painting, writing...
~ The Summer
~ Coffee
~ Rosalind, his TARDIS
~ Horses
~ Plays, acting, anything dramatic
~ Pulling pranks, larking around
~ Italians, for some reason
~ Ice cream, especially mint flavour
~ A little bit of chaos
~ Acoustic guitars
~ Causing a scene
~ The Red Hot Chilli Peppers
~ Macbeth, that’s probably his favourite play
dislikes:
~ Other Timelords, to an extent.
~ People with no sense of humour
~ Sport
~ Cold temperatures
~ People who don’t share his views
~ Non-fictional books
~ Classrooms
~ Swans
~ Hip Hop music
~ Anything that involves manual labour
~ When his TARDIS decides to malfunction
~ Sitting around
~ Science and mechanics…which is probably why his TARDIS breaks down so often.
~ Posh/formal outfits, e.g. suits
strengths:
~ Sharp wit
~ His good memory
~ Strong-willed
~ His creativity
~ Determined
~ Using others to his advantage
~ Spirited
~ Shakespeare (He’s like a total fanboy, can’t you tell?)
~ Keeping secrets
~ Strong stomach
weaknesses:
~ Short tempered
~ Isn’t afraid to lash out when provoked
~ Loves attention
~ Stubborn
~ Tends to force his beliefs on others
~ Can be rude
~ Staying focused
~ Swimming
~ Often gives in to temptation
~ Likes to mock others
~ General knowledge
~ Working his TARDIS
~ Can be lazy
~ Not very strong when it comes to combat
secrets: A very, very small part of him hopes that another Timelord survived. He may have held a grudge against the species in general, but sometimes he wishes that there was just one other Timelord like him. He genuinely believes he’s the last one.
fears: That the Timelords will come back, find him and then punish him for refusing to fight.
habits: Quoting Shakespeare, teasing others, being sarcastic, singing aloud, playing with his hair.
overall personality:
For the better part, Feste has a spirited, springy personality. He loves to have a bit of fun and enjoys nothing more than larking around with others. However sometimes his idea of fun can be at the expense of others. He has learnt over the years how simple humans can be, and toying around with them proves to be a great sport in Feste’s eyes. Once he’s put into a good mood, he finds it hard to be serious for any length of time, and his attempts at doing so often fail with a quip, joke or quote.
When in the company of a rival or someone who proves to be an annoyance in Feste’s eyes, his usually innocent, playful behaviour becomes much more ruder and will often pretend to be bored out of his right mind or even play a prank in order to provoke a reaction. Feste almost thrills in getting on people’s nerves and delights in a challenge. He’ll often use his pestering nature to get what he wants and probably won’t stop until he gets it.
However, once Feste gets angry you’ll soon know about it. Most people usually have stages of anger but Feste on the other hand skips the agitation part and moves straight onto rage. When provoked (and Feste can snap like a twig), he can be quite violent and won’t hesitate in throwing a punch if need be. Like all Timelords, Feste has the ability to be extremely intimidating if the occasion arises, or just when he wants others to do his bidding.
Feste can also turn quite dark, especially when the subject of Timelords pops up. He prefers not to think of his race or his home planet all together and the thought of either turns him cold and quiet. Both topics can also trigger his anger, it depends on what is being said about them.
However, Feste does have a good nature and can be surprisingly loyal to his friends and comrades. He would never admit it, but he genuinely cares for and treasures his friendships and lives by the code of ‘You mess with him/her, you mess with me’. He also has quite a playful, flirty side, and often uses this to his advantage when manipulating others.
[/size]
[/ul]
Arms extended, hands stretched and mouth dropped open into a lazy yawn as Feste awoke from his daily nap. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes as the sounds of a fire flickering crackled in his ears. His eyes gently adjusted themselves as Feste stared sleepily out into the vast exterior of the TARDIS. Highly-built, impressive stone walls that should’ve looked cold and rigid were tinted with the dull, orange glow from the fire and from the various candles that hung from chains around them. Bookcases that were almost as tall as the walls lined the right side of the castle-like room and Feste wondered whether a good read would wake him up. However his body demanded he flop back down onto the sofa and rest for five more minutes, or ten, or twenty.
Feste felt the hinges of his mouth stiffen as he tried to stifle another yawn and failed. After another should’ve-been-five-but-turned-out-to-be-thirty-minutes, Feste struggled up from the sofa and stood shakily on his half-asleep legs. “Arise, fair sun…” he mumbled sleepily to himself, adding in a hint of sarcasm as he rubbed his face with both hands to try and awake his senses.
He tried to recall what he was doing before his nap, and it was then he crossed over to one of the high cases and ran his finger over the spines of books on a particular shelf, not to select a book, but to use the feel of them to jog his memory. He flicked out a recent copy of The Merchant of Venice, which looked slightly out of place next to other copies of Shakespeare’s works which were ancient in comparison. He flicked through the pages, mainly admiring the pictures for a change rather than the play itself. He crossed over to the column-shaped console and propped himself up against it, submerged once again. The only way he either subdued was when he was reading.
The TARDIS purred when Feste came into contact with it. Well, that’s what it seemed like to him. Despite the countless malfunctions and occasions on which he verbally abused the TARDIS after tripping over a wire, Feste was on generally good terms with his time machine, it was the nearest thing he had to a companion and the only reminder he had of Galli-
The book in his hand snapped shut as Feste angrily clamped his fingers together. He resisted the urge to throw it so instead slammed it down on the nearby console, to which the TARDIS responded with a soft shudder. His top lip pulled up slightly into a small snarl as his fingers gripped into the console. To Feste, a taboo had evolved around the name of that planet.
The crackle of the fire dancing in the stone fireplace caught his attention and his head turned to look. He watched the flames admiringly; “When nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by fortune fall into the fire…?” he said softly to himself, and small smirk stretched his lips.
((let me know if you want more, I wrote it last night and kinda got to a dead end so i gave up))
credits! template by MOLLIVER ! @ Caution 2.0.
lyrics are from "one more time" by the epically awesome daft punk.