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Lord Prospero Wendel Matvey Konstantin Esthei VII
Topic Started: Aug 25 2009, 09:34 PM (284 Views)
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Character Name: Lord Prospero Wendel Matvey Konstantin Esthei VII
Nickname: Prospero
Race: Human (1/32 devil on his father's side)
Class: Anima mage
Gender: Male
Alignment: Trivial Neutral
True Age: 20
Apparent Age: 20
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168lbs
Birthplace: Mackily, Agustria

Physical Appearance: thin, bespectacled and bearded. Prospero has broken the trend of his ancestors by growing bodily hair - in fact, an impressive amount of it. He denies any hobbit-related lineage when questioned on his feet. Just about attractive enough to draw the eye of jealous boyfriends, but not attractive enough to actually succeed with concerned female.

Personality: Prospero hates being a mage. From an early age, he wanted to learn how to fight with a sword, but was never any good - not helped by his friend and lackey, Jez 'Kicker' Teabag, being more capable in this area. However, the malicious temperament of the Esthei line runs deeply enough in his blood for him to overcome his issues with the books and glumly use them to blow things up.

Biography: Prospero continued the long family tradition of killing his father before his third birthday. It was less visual than his most famous ancestor's exploits - Wendel I - who exploded his father Sargon one cubic centimeter at a time, but did involve the metric system. When Wendel II was weighing out poison for a banquet he was attending that evening, Prospero curiously picked up a kilogram weight in his pudgy little hands, upon which it melted into a glowing orb of liquid iron, and Prospero panicked - expelling it directly at his father. Wendel II, an accomplished mage, easily cooled the deadly globule in mid-air, but as an unaccomplished practical thinker forgot to stop it, and it destroyed his skull.

As his mother had died in childbirth, he grew up after this in the house of his friend and lackey, Jez 'Kicker' Teabag. Technically, as post-revolution Prospero had no more powers as Lord Mackily, Kicker was no longer his lackey. This was not mentioned by Prospero and not realised by Kicker. The revolution was caused by the intolerable neglect shown by the royal family of Mackily, although when it was discovered that this was due to the untimely death of Lord Wendel II, the plan to 'boil father and son in marmite' was set aside for a more deserving tyrant. Mrs Teabag, a chef, escaped with her son and Prospero to Agusty, where her husband worked as a royal clerk.

Prospero had a pleasant and dominant upbringing, although as mentioned, he desired the sword more than the pen. Despite his adoptive father's irritating obsession with the proverb stating that the contrary was preferable, Prospero tried very hard to keep up with Kicker's progress in fencing. He couldn't match his own lackey, though, and the Esthei blood demands that if this is the case, it must be concealed or overcome in one way or another. So when the fourteen-year old aristobrat stormed back to the house, and Jez Senior looked up from his books and said, 'Ah, young Prospero; what do I tell you now and now again; the pen is...' Prospero finished his sentence with admirable gusto by exploding the good man's head.

Within twenty minutes, Prospero had demonstrated his command of creativity and reconcilatory skills to persuade Kicker that the incident had been entirely his father's fault, if not Kicker's, and that their only choice was to flee unfair judgement together. So with sword and much-maligned books, as well as a spare pair of lilac-rimmed spectacles, the duo set off in search of adventure, and were promptly captured by some bastards and almost tortured to death. Fortunately, they were saved by a seven-foot woodcutter with a gigantic axe who the bandits foolishly assaulted. After carving up the chief, the woodcutter enquired politely as to the whereabouts of the bandit stronghold, and was given concise directions. In his subsequent pillage of the den and rape of the bandits' whores, he encountered the by-now hairy young Prospero, and thankfully realised that this was no whore before events took hold. Alas, the same cannot be said of the nubile and beardless young Kicker, but they were set free in compensation once the mistake was observed.

The new few years were marginally better, although both took some time to overcome the mental and physical scars of their torment. Prospero emerged a changed and mildly schizophrenic creature, and Kicker followed his orders, so in effect was much the same. Prospero acquired a more secure hold over his powers, and Kicker stabbed people. As they neared eighteen (only a week separates the two in age, Prospero being the older) they chanced upon a lonely bar named 'The Famous Blue Chainmail Vest' and stumbled in from the rain, to the sound of mournful music and clinking glasses. For two hours they sat in awe and an increasing state of inebriation as they observed some very ordinary lute playing, accompanied by the most melodious voice their young ears had ever heard. The man playing the lute - and singing - was a few years older than the pair of them, and wore cleric's robes; this struck Prospero as rather inappropriate given the content of some of his songs. They approached him when he stopped for a drink, and found that his name was Leonard, and he detested daylight, which was why he played through the night here. He was indeed a cleric, but had escaped from the Sisters of Mercy (some details were glossed over here) after finding out about the long daylight hours of home economics. They asked him, naturally, to join their band. He refused point-blank, so they waited until he was asleep and then bundled him off in a canvas roll.

Prospero has travelled much of the continent, but has recently returned to Agustria, rallying to the call of the land in these patriotic times. Kicker at his side and Leonard grumbling along a few paces behind, he has only to worry about his front and left side, but as he often observes, 'Even when I invite people to come into contact with my front they usually decline, and I'm always told I have two left hands anyway, so I needn't worry about that.'
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I lol'd.

We should kill it before it decides to try to take over the world. :NomNomNom:
Edited by Crysta, Aug 25 2009, 10:34 PM.
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I always give frying pans to female survivors in Dead Rising. It's really the only thing I'm confident they know how to use.
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All you need to do is get him a girlfriend - their child will sort out the rest.

Edit: also, he DOES follow in the tradition of loads-of-points-in-lame-stats set by Grandpa Sargon many moons ago. So you could always just blast him.
Edited by Nick, Aug 25 2009, 10:36 PM.
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This guy and Iago would make a fine pair of Overlords. Iago is actually capable.
Edited by Hollie, Aug 26 2009, 09:20 AM.
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