Application for Sir Percy Blakeney, Baronet, from "The Scarlet Pimpernel"

[sir_percy_b]

A tall, blond gentleman, irreproachably and richly apparelled in a suit of fine cloth, with lace jabot and ruffles, high top-boots, and riding breeches, gallops into the Great Hall astride a pure-bread Arabian horse. He swiftly pulls on the reigns and rides back out the doors. After a moment, both horse and rider return. Six foot odd of

Comments

[artsy_jilly]

"So what made you decide to take up rescuing political prisoners?" Jilly asked with her usual friendly smile. Her face sobered a moment later and she added, "I'm... er... sorry about your wife."

[sir_percy_b]

Sir Percy bowed gallantly, and kissed Jilly's hand. With a smile, he drawled, "There's only so many times a gentleman can stand reading about the death of the innocent, before he's roused into action. Odd's fish, miss, I dare say anyone with a sense of honor and chivalry would've done the same."

His expression froze when he heard the comment about his wife, and his smile became rather forced. However, his expression soon relaxed and he assumed his usual good- natured, and inane smile. "Zounds, miss, I thank you. I consider myself quite lucky to have married an actress with the reputation of being 'the cleverest woman in Europe'. Since everyone knows me as that 'demmed idiot Blakeney', I should have expected some tension as the result of such a dichotomy, eh what?"

[artsy_jilly]

Jilly's opinion of the man rose considerably at his answer to her question, although she felt bad about upsetting him. "That's all very chivalrous of you. Were you ever afraid of getting caught?"

[sir_percy_b]

"I thank you, miss. 'Tis nothing, I assure you. Zounds- I've got the easy role. It's the nineteen other chaps who have to do most of the grunt work and such, and they're far more worthy of praise than I am." Sir Percy, who, as was his wont, had worn his spyglass on a long ribbon around his neck, tapped his lower lip with it.

"Lud love you! I was terrified the first few times, and always anxious each time after, but I'm of the opinion that Fortune is an old man with three hairs on his head, and you must bravely reach out and grab him by the hair. Hesitation or fear, in such a case, only hurts you, and ensures your failure." Sir Percy was also a meticulous planner, and thought up plans for every eventuality, but Sir Percy, with his usual self- deprecation, failed to mention it.

((ooc; reposted for a silly typo))

Vote Gryffindor

[artsy_jilly]

"Well then. I'd certainly say you qualified as brave," Jilly said warmly. "So I think I'll sort you into Gryffindor. Any objections?"

Re: Vote Gryffindor

[sir_percy_b]

"Not at all, madam! I thank you for your vote It was lovely meeting you."