Post by nea on Oct 18, 2009 14:54:47 GMT -5
R.E.D.F.O.R.D.
PENSIVE . SCIENTIFIC . GENTLE
[/size]PENSIVE . SCIENTIFIC . GENTLE
[/center]I T ' S
A L L Y O U
Your Full Name
Redford C. Banks.
Any Nicknames?
None.
Gender
Male.
Species
Human.
Age
About twenty-two years.
Rank
Middle class.
Sexual Orientation
He's too busy chasing butterflies to know, or care.
Theme Song
Will O Whisp - Harlequin Jones
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T H A T L O V E L Y[/b][/pre]
B O D Y
Appearance
Bank is short and lean, with a youthful composition and stature for someone going on their mid twenties; his quasi-father blames his docile nature on his size. His features are quite average – if an effeminate – and he is not particularly elegant, though his eyes are a stunning honey-yellow. His complexion could do with some improvement – he has rather tan, patchy skin. His hair is wild and dark, growing in manic waves that he simply cannot seem to tame with a comb or oil back to achieve a more presentable appearance.
His daily apparel is predicable, consisting of a vanity full of woolen sweaters, sweater vests, pants, and dress shirts. His coatroom – near the front door, next to the umbrella rack – is another story, full of heavy coats, boots, mittens, hats, scarves, and all manners of outdoor vestments. He also stores his nets, traps, cages, and empty collection cases in this little anteroom.
He continues to be quite perplexed about the origin of his features, since the rest of his family have matured into quite fair adults, and it does not conform to all the theories he puts his store in. Suspicions are beginning to mount, but he will never voice them – he has heard how much the truth tends to hurt.
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Y O U ' R E S U C H
A C A R D
Personality
Redford is an unusual man, keeping to himself on the whole, preferring to live away from London, and spending his time chasing his butterflies and watching his study library grow.
His conduct in a professional situation is spotless and rigid.
Like a gentlemen he is quiet, passive, and stoic as the situation permits. Passion is not an element of his psychological anatomy – though he will argue passionately on three topics, feminism, Darwinism, and taxonomy. He recognizes his inferiority in the museum hierarchy more acutely than is healthy, despite the generally fair treatment he is met with, and the praise he receives for the quality of his commissions. A nagging feeling of helplessness and fragility eats at the back of his mind for a long time after his visits, though he makes a good show of ignoring it.
Upon leaving the confines of the museums he visits, Banks becomes a very different person; instead of the contrite decorum he is simply polite and good-natured, willing to lend his time and energy (when he hasn’t already promised it away to someone else) away to a disadvantaged stranger. A certain amount of formality is still present but his temperament shines through the façade. When his mind is not focused solely on the work allotted to him by his employers he also tends to lapse into little soliloquies of thought; talking out loud to oneself has never been a very good habit – rather, a potentially dangerous one – but putting his incoherent thoughts into words tends to help him think things over.
On his own there is a near reversal of his character. His little house in the country is cluttered and personal, nearly always in a state of disrepair. Located five miles from the neighbors and perched on the edge where the moor meets the woods, he has a fine selection of ecosystems to choose from in his quest for species, and this location has proved an ample source of specimens; he could be content with hunting field mice alone, but the diversity of it all is enough to make his faint with happiness. Bank spends much of his free time reading and mulling over his hypothesis – but more of all he loves sitting before the fire with a mug of warm milk and simply thinking.
His cottage has a formaldehyde-and-vinegar scent – unnerving many of his visitors – that seems to waft down from the attic, which is where Bank practices his profession. He takes great pride in his work, displaying shadow-boxes full of beautifully preserved butterflies and china cabinets of snakes, frogs, and salamanders. His pressed flower collection is slightly less unusual but just as expansive. Despite the popular opinion that Darwinism is nonsense (and the birthmark of a heretic) his passion and respect for the man remains.
While such a solitary life might be lonely, he has only rarely felt the need for human companionship. However, for such occasions he keeps a sable-and-white collie called Hansel, a small selection of fowl, a young cow, as well as a few cats kept in the house and the barn for ratting and a reliable thoroughbred to ride into town.
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L E ` H I S T O R Y
History
Bank was the son of a waning prostitute and one of her more frequent patrons, a heavy browed, graying man who had no desire to keep the child, even once it was presented to him. Despite the woman’s profession and the pressure having an infant put on her – especially so late in life – she would not abide the idea of eliminating him in the womb or neglecting him after his birth. Her plaintive appeals moved the Madam of the establishment to accept the child and place him with her own step-brother, erasing all evidence of the child’s sordid beginnings and affording him the protection he would need to grow into adulthood.
This miraculous change of class did not manifest itself as he grew older; Redford behaved as was expected of him. In fact, the boy turned out to be quite the prodigy, with his interests immediately ignited by all things related to biology. He became an avid follower of the teachings of Darwin and began spending all his time outdoors, observing the horses and the insects, and the way the leafs from the immense maple tree outside the family’s country home had strange veins that could be tinted any color he liked if the fresh-cut stem were placed in a cup full of ink.
Eventually he attended a university in London, settling in a damp, foggy village just a day’s ride away from the city.
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S P E C I E S[/pre]
S P E C I F I C S
Human as the day he was born, of course.
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Y O U
I N T H E C H A I R
Your Name
Nea.
Main Account
This one./size]
Other Creations
None on this site.
Roleplaying Experience
Years and years, intermittently. I can't remember exactly how long I've been at this, but I'm headed into college next year and I started at the beginning of middleschool.
Anything Else?
I’m sure I’ll expound more on this eventually.
How You Found Us
Stalking Mangafox has proved to be a very beneficial hobby for me, it seems. [/center]
