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Your name: Hawky
Character's name: Geoffrey Chaucer
Character's LJ: godimgood
Character's canon: A Knight's Tale
Brief personality outline of your character:
Chaucer is a writer, a gambler, the John Lennon of his time. For a man of his period and station, he is very well-educated and intelligent. Geoff knows this very well, and can at times come across as condescending and sarcastic. He doesn't mean it (well, okay, he sort of does) and mostly just loves to tease people. In reality, Geoff knows well his own weaknesses and simply accepts them, striving to be better, learn more, discover. And while he taunts, Chaucer also takes great care to listen to what others say, from his most intellectual acquaintances, to... well... Wat.
In fact, Geoffrey holds a great deal of wonder and respect for all the world. He loves to watch everything, admiring (almost) all those around him. Unfortunately, his wonder does tend to leave him the observer. He's too busy enjoying what he sees to participate. And he does not see this as necessarily a bad thing. Because like any man, he has a vice, and while he's not ashamed of his gambling habit, he greatly dislikes how much it can control him.
Beyond his gambling, Chaucer still has many secrets. His own life, in fact, is something he doesn't speak about much. And there are things in his life that, while he doesn't speak of them much, matter a great deal to him. And when the time comes and Geoff's heart brings him to speak on a matter, he doesn't hesitate. He knows what is in his heart, and is a good judge at how to turn the hearts of others to mirror his own.
Brief history and background of your character:
Born in London in 1343, Geoff was the son of vintner John Chaucer and Agnes Copton, who inherited multiple properties in London. During his life he had many jobs, starting as a noblewoman's page and working also as a courtier, diplomat, civil serveant, and being employed by the king to collect and inventory scrap metal.
During the early stages of the Hundred Years' War, Chaucer traveled with the 1st Duke of Clarence as part of the English Army, became a prisoner of war, and was ransomed.
After this, he traveled in Spain, France, and Flanders as a messenger. In 1366 he married Philippa (de) Roet, a lady-in-waiting to Edward III's queen whose sister later married Chaucer's patron. At the point he's taken from, he has three children.
Around the time of his marriage, Chaucer studied law in the Inner Temple, and after the death of his patron's wife, Blanche of Lancaster, in 1369, he wrote The Book of the Duchess.
The next year, he traveled to Picardy as part of a military expedition. After the expedition was over he did not return to England, instead wandering and observing people.
It is thus, on the road, naked and penniless, that Geoff first meets 'Sir Ulrich von Liechtenstein' and his squires. He quickly sees through the ruse, but is just as swiftly convinced to forge patents of nobility for the false noble. Shortly thereafter he finds himself once again naked, penniless, and in debt; William pays that debt and saves his hide, and Chaucer finds himself traveling with him all the way to the Worlds in London.
Tragically, William is there found out and imprisoned, despite Geoff's and the other's attempts to convince him to flee. Still, they stand by him, the Black Prince knights the daft boy, and William goes on to win the Worlds in his own name. It is after the competition, having forced Will to see a surgeon, that his squires, ferrier, and herald go out and party. The last thing Chaucer remembers is staggering home, completely smashed, to pass out. And suddenly he's in a cavern, covered in goo. What the hell?
Sample post (just a general, everyday, puttering-around-the-ship post; please include a snippet of dialogue):
Chaucer half lay, half sat sprawled against the wall of the clothing room. As usual, he was naked. However, for the time being it appeared that he was clean. Apparently, though he still refused to wear the odd 'clothing,' he'd finally consented to the cleaning process.
After a while of staring into the distance, thinking, he finally spoke. "M'lady, I've been thinking. And I have decided to not write of this when I return home."
He paused, almost long enough to be waiting for a reply, but at the last moment continued on. "I have decided this because, in fact, I'm fairly certain they'd consider me quite mad. All of them. And it would be a horrible thing, to return home, finally, after so long away, only to be locked away. And to think of my poor wife, our children, so recently reprieved from wondering how I fare, where I wonder this time... Only to have me vanish once again. And this time without word! Why-"
He was interrupted unexpectedly, by the Doctor, who stood in the entry to the room, smiling wryly. "Orating to Stacy might just be considered only half a step beyond the madness of speaking to yourself, you know."
Swiveling his head to see the strange, strange, alien (heh) man, Chaucer grinned. "M'lord. I do hope you meant above, and not beyond. Or else I am a lost cause."
"Oh, well..." the Doctor trailed off, moving to come, sit next to Geoffrey. "We may all be a bit mad, here, don't you think? Part of the adventure."
Chaucer leaned his head back and sighed, passive, careful not to vocalize any concern over precisely that sentiment. "Indeed, m'lord. We may indeed."
Character's name: Geoffrey Chaucer
Character's LJ: godimgood
Character's canon: A Knight's Tale
Brief personality outline of your character:
Chaucer is a writer, a gambler, the John Lennon of his time. For a man of his period and station, he is very well-educated and intelligent. Geoff knows this very well, and can at times come across as condescending and sarcastic. He doesn't mean it (well, okay, he sort of does) and mostly just loves to tease people. In reality, Geoff knows well his own weaknesses and simply accepts them, striving to be better, learn more, discover. And while he taunts, Chaucer also takes great care to listen to what others say, from his most intellectual acquaintances, to... well... Wat.
In fact, Geoffrey holds a great deal of wonder and respect for all the world. He loves to watch everything, admiring (almost) all those around him. Unfortunately, his wonder does tend to leave him the observer. He's too busy enjoying what he sees to participate. And he does not see this as necessarily a bad thing. Because like any man, he has a vice, and while he's not ashamed of his gambling habit, he greatly dislikes how much it can control him.
Beyond his gambling, Chaucer still has many secrets. His own life, in fact, is something he doesn't speak about much. And there are things in his life that, while he doesn't speak of them much, matter a great deal to him. And when the time comes and Geoff's heart brings him to speak on a matter, he doesn't hesitate. He knows what is in his heart, and is a good judge at how to turn the hearts of others to mirror his own.
Brief history and background of your character:
Born in London in 1343, Geoff was the son of vintner John Chaucer and Agnes Copton, who inherited multiple properties in London. During his life he had many jobs, starting as a noblewoman's page and working also as a courtier, diplomat, civil serveant, and being employed by the king to collect and inventory scrap metal.
During the early stages of the Hundred Years' War, Chaucer traveled with the 1st Duke of Clarence as part of the English Army, became a prisoner of war, and was ransomed.
After this, he traveled in Spain, France, and Flanders as a messenger. In 1366 he married Philippa (de) Roet, a lady-in-waiting to Edward III's queen whose sister later married Chaucer's patron. At the point he's taken from, he has three children.
Around the time of his marriage, Chaucer studied law in the Inner Temple, and after the death of his patron's wife, Blanche of Lancaster, in 1369, he wrote The Book of the Duchess.
The next year, he traveled to Picardy as part of a military expedition. After the expedition was over he did not return to England, instead wandering and observing people.
It is thus, on the road, naked and penniless, that Geoff first meets 'Sir Ulrich von Liechtenstein' and his squires. He quickly sees through the ruse, but is just as swiftly convinced to forge patents of nobility for the false noble. Shortly thereafter he finds himself once again naked, penniless, and in debt; William pays that debt and saves his hide, and Chaucer finds himself traveling with him all the way to the Worlds in London.
Tragically, William is there found out and imprisoned, despite Geoff's and the other's attempts to convince him to flee. Still, they stand by him, the Black Prince knights the daft boy, and William goes on to win the Worlds in his own name. It is after the competition, having forced Will to see a surgeon, that his squires, ferrier, and herald go out and party. The last thing Chaucer remembers is staggering home, completely smashed, to pass out. And suddenly he's in a cavern, covered in goo. What the hell?
Sample post (just a general, everyday, puttering-around-the-ship post; please include a snippet of dialogue):
Chaucer half lay, half sat sprawled against the wall of the clothing room. As usual, he was naked. However, for the time being it appeared that he was clean. Apparently, though he still refused to wear the odd 'clothing,' he'd finally consented to the cleaning process.
After a while of staring into the distance, thinking, he finally spoke. "M'lady, I've been thinking. And I have decided to not write of this when I return home."
He paused, almost long enough to be waiting for a reply, but at the last moment continued on. "I have decided this because, in fact, I'm fairly certain they'd consider me quite mad. All of them. And it would be a horrible thing, to return home, finally, after so long away, only to be locked away. And to think of my poor wife, our children, so recently reprieved from wondering how I fare, where I wonder this time... Only to have me vanish once again. And this time without word! Why-"
He was interrupted unexpectedly, by the Doctor, who stood in the entry to the room, smiling wryly. "Orating to Stacy might just be considered only half a step beyond the madness of speaking to yourself, you know."
Swiveling his head to see the strange, strange, alien (heh) man, Chaucer grinned. "M'lord. I do hope you meant above, and not beyond. Or else I am a lost cause."
"Oh, well..." the Doctor trailed off, moving to come, sit next to Geoffrey. "We may all be a bit mad, here, don't you think? Part of the adventure."
Chaucer leaned his head back and sighed, passive, careful not to vocalize any concern over precisely that sentiment. "Indeed, m'lord. We may indeed."