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Beautiful People: February Edition!

It's been a while since I pulled one of these out of my hat, and it's February. (Reason to blog #346: It allows one to state the obvious and feel like one has Said Something. And there aren't nearly that many reasons to blog.)

darjeeling falcon 
(see: pretentious rhubarb)

photo courtesy of imdb.com
 1. If your character could be played by any actor, who would it be? Stephen Campbell Moore, of Amazing Grace (2006) unfame. Either that or Jamie Bell, only he would have to lighten his hair a bit.

2. Does your character have a specific theme song? If you mean something like 'dunnadunnadunnadunnaFALCON!' - no, not as such. I seem to remember ascribing Coldplay's How You See The World to him at one point in time, though, and that still works.

3. What’s their worst childhood memory? I don't know. One doesn't wish to simply invent these things for the sake of questionnaires. I'm not sure Falcon ever had a proper childhood - or perhaps he did, but forgot it. It would be like him.

4. If your character had a superpower, what would it be? Mind-reading. He would sit and bore people through with his stare. Either that or the ability to set anyone's pocket-watch awry at a whim; he does have a mildly vicious sense of humour.

5. If your character crashed on an island with a bunch of other people, how would your character help the group survive? If Falcon were stranded with a random group of people (and, I assume, no kettle), he would probably be surreptitiously left behind, by everyone's design and no one's intention more so than his own. But all would be better and probably survive because of it; he's in no fit state for company without his tea. Things Happen.

6. Are they married? If not, do they someday wish to be? No. I think he intends to be, but he's not really the fervently-wishing sort. Pining wouldn't suit him; he prefers oak or cedar.

7. What is a cause they would die for? Falcon does not die for causes. For people, perhaps - but not causes.

8. Would they rather die fighting valiantly, or quietly at home? Well, it has to be home. Why else would he fight valiantly?

9. If someone walked up to them and told them they were the child of the prophecy, would they believe them? Seeing as Chelsea is a fairly Christian nation with no standing, unfulfilled prophecies, probably not. Genuine seers are neither necessary nor regular; drunks and liars are the more frequent happenstance.

10. Do they prefer the country or the city? He prefers to be left alone, wherever he is, which happens more readily in the country.

Had the sun burst suddenly from its hiding place, it would have revealed a lanky frame in a long flapping coat, more the comic than the villain. No hat covered his head, only a limp pile of pale brown that failed to strike even the most fervent female heart as anything more romantic than mere hair. Just below the hair, a slight expanse of forehead slid lazily toward a nose that was decidedly not grotesque. His mouth had too much modesty to give him any distinction (except when he smiled, and then it seemed so frail and broad at once that it made people uncomfortable), and his ears hid beneath the unimaginative hair. In short, there was nothing interesting about his appearance except his eyes; those peered from his boyishly bland face with an air of more years than the rest of him could possibly claim, giving him the look of a walking anachronism.  
-Beginnings, A.F.

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  1. Mirriam on February 22, 2012 at 11:37 AM

    What a character you've created, I love him already!
    ~ Mirriam

     
  2. Maria on February 22, 2012 at 1:01 PM

    You're getting me quite interested. Falcon definatel tseems like a different sort of character.

    "Pining wouldn't suit him, he prefers oak or cedar." :P

     
  3. Jenny Freitag on February 23, 2012 at 3:12 PM

    I still say that it is unnatural for a single person to possess so much wit. My dear Anna, I completely sympathize with Falcon and the matter of the crash on the island. I suppose I could soldier on...if there was promise of tea at the end of it...but the fact of the matter is that tea is very necessary for the soothing of my nerves.

    I think it would be advisable for Falcon and me to stay away from ships.

    There can never be enough of Falcon. He is the sort which exasperates, but with an odd twist one likes to be exasperated. It's all part of the fun. In conclusion, the picture is perfect, the description is superb. Mm, I love Falcon.

     


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