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CHARACTER
» Name: Rook
» Fandom: Havemercy
» Background:
Rook was born in Molly, the least-privileged district in his home city of Thremedon. He had a fairly normal childhood-mother, father, a younger brother named Hilary. Not much is known about his childhood other than those few details-his parents get essentially no exposition as Rook narrates his own life.
One day, though, a fire broke out while Rook (then known as John) was out and Hilary was home alone. When John came back, he could find no sign of his younger brother, and after searching for a very long time, he decided that Hilary must be dead. From there, Rook’s life on the streets began; he was a street urchin for a long time, until he reached an age where he could earn a living with his body. He became a prostitute, primarily servicing men, and spent many, many years doing that-it was during this time that he changed his name from John to Rook-until he saw the dragon Havemercy flying one day and decided that he wanted to get into the Dragon Corps.
It was slow going, of course, and Rook spent a good long time as a muck-slinger in the lower levels of the Airman before he finally managed to sneak up to the dragon pens. On his way, though, he was found out by one of the Corps members, Amery, who promptly escorted him to Havemercy's pen-after all, Havemercy was known for being vicious, and clearly Amery had no expectations of him making it out of the pen alive.
However, against Amery's expectations, Rook and Havemercy were love at first sight. They got along brilliantly, and it wasn’t long until the Dragon Corps commander, Adamo, was assigning Rook as Havemercy’s rider. He trained with the Corps and became one of their top riders, with Havemercy-the Jacqueline-of-all-trades-under him.
Then Thom came along. Thom, a young ‘Versity student who’d been assigned to teach the Dragon Corps some etiquette following an international incident involving Rook and a diplomat’s wife (don't ask), immediately grated on Rook’s nerves-and it didn’t help that the irritation was coming in the middle of a war with the neighboring nation, the Ke-Han. Rook found himself stuck playing double duty: Fly Have in air raids at night, and play games with Thom’s mind during the day.
And then whole series of things happened in quick succession. The dragons, who operated on magic, began to behave strangely-not quite following their riders’ orders, speaking incoherently, and a whole host of other little clues. Once the source of the disturbance-a poison in the well that supplied the magic that fueled the dragons-had been revealed, the Dragon Corps were sent on one last air raid, this time to destroy the Ke-Han magicians’ dome, where the controllers of the poison lived. Rook and Havemercy were critical parts of this raid; they managed to destroy the lapis dome, but Rook found himself captured by Ke-Han soldiers and held in captivity while they attempted to piece together the broken remnants of the dragon Havemercy.
» Canon Point: Just after being captured by the Ke-Han, post-destruction of the Lapis dome.
» Gender: Male.
» Age: Rook's age is never stated explicitly, but he was seven years old when the fire burned down his house in Molly, and Thom later reveals that they've been parted for twenty-one years, which would make Rook twenty-eight.
» Orientation:
According to him, Rook is loudly and unashamedly heterosexual-a ladykiller of sorts, popular for his aura of danger. However, there’s a very small and often forcibly squashed part of his mind that has a lingering attraction to men, a byproduct of his pre-Airman years.
» Personality:
Rook is complicated. Outwardly, he’s a complete asshole - he’s tactless, insensitive, and while he does stop to consider what he’s about to say, it doesn’t bother him much if he hurts someone in the process. He’s extremely blunt, and very likely to say exactly what’s on his mind without candycoating or softening the blow. He rarely lies, not because he believes in honesty but because he can’t be arsed to make shit up. He’s also very determined; if he sets his mind to doing something, he’ll do it. While it takes him a long time to trust anyone, once he does, he’ll be loyal to the end - as of right now, he’s loyal to Havemercy, himself, and the Dragon Corps, in that order. Rook doesn’t hesitate to kick ass and take names if it’s necessary.
The thing about Rook, though, is that a lot of his personality is sort of a front. He’s already at a disadvantage because he’s from Molly-the least privileged district of Thremedon-and he’s been hurt before, very badly, which results in him trying to protect himself through caustic words and cynicism. Sort of like, the best defense is a good offense.
» Appearance:
Rook is tall and fairly well-built, attractive in a cruel sort of way. He has sharp features and long blond hair, with blue-streaked braids at the temples, and the kind of smile that promises all sorts of wicked deeds. This sort of dangerous beauty is exactly what attracts so many women to him.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[video post] I don’t know what kind of fucking joke this is, but when I find you … I’m going to take that sense of humor of yours and shove it where the sun don’t shine. There’s a fucking war going on out there, case you haven’t noticed, and I ain’t - am not about to sit here and let you fuck with me! Now I’m going to ask you one time and one time only, and somebody better have a damn good answer.
Where the fuck is my fucking dragon?
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
When Rook wakes up, he thinks it’s a dream.
Well, not really a dream. More like a fucking nightmare-it’s been years, years since he woke up like this. He’s naked, there’s semen drying on his thighs, and he’s sore, like he’s been well-fucked by some cindy from upper Molly. He hasn’t missed this, and waking up in the Ke-Han like this? Fuck.
Except this isn’t the Ke-Han. That’s the second thing he thinks, when he opens his eyes and sees his surroundings. It’s lush, rich fabrics and drapes and a soft bed, and if Rook wasn’t so fucking pissed he’d probably just go back to sleep to savor it. Whatever this is, it sure as shit ain’t the Ke-Han-they’re all minimalists, and this is luxury.
It’s easier to focus on that than it is to think about how fucking naked he is.
Rook’s clothes are folded at the foot of the bed. He’s baffled, and when Rook is confused, things usually start blowing up. The novelty of the whole experience is starting to wear off-Ke-Han or not, he’s sure as hell not in Thremedon anymore, and there’s a fucking war going on that he’s supposed to be fighting. Luxurious bedchambers aren’t enough to convince him-Rook’d take the Airman rooms over this shit any day if it meant he got to go back home.
Once his pants are buckled and his jacket put back on, Rook glances around the room, clears his throat, and starts shouting.
» Name: Rook
» Fandom: Havemercy
» Background:
Rook was born in Molly, the least-privileged district in his home city of Thremedon. He had a fairly normal childhood-mother, father, a younger brother named Hilary. Not much is known about his childhood other than those few details-his parents get essentially no exposition as Rook narrates his own life.
One day, though, a fire broke out while Rook (then known as John) was out and Hilary was home alone. When John came back, he could find no sign of his younger brother, and after searching for a very long time, he decided that Hilary must be dead. From there, Rook’s life on the streets began; he was a street urchin for a long time, until he reached an age where he could earn a living with his body. He became a prostitute, primarily servicing men, and spent many, many years doing that-it was during this time that he changed his name from John to Rook-until he saw the dragon Havemercy flying one day and decided that he wanted to get into the Dragon Corps.
It was slow going, of course, and Rook spent a good long time as a muck-slinger in the lower levels of the Airman before he finally managed to sneak up to the dragon pens. On his way, though, he was found out by one of the Corps members, Amery, who promptly escorted him to Havemercy's pen-after all, Havemercy was known for being vicious, and clearly Amery had no expectations of him making it out of the pen alive.
However, against Amery's expectations, Rook and Havemercy were love at first sight. They got along brilliantly, and it wasn’t long until the Dragon Corps commander, Adamo, was assigning Rook as Havemercy’s rider. He trained with the Corps and became one of their top riders, with Havemercy-the Jacqueline-of-all-trades-under him.
Then Thom came along. Thom, a young ‘Versity student who’d been assigned to teach the Dragon Corps some etiquette following an international incident involving Rook and a diplomat’s wife (don't ask), immediately grated on Rook’s nerves-and it didn’t help that the irritation was coming in the middle of a war with the neighboring nation, the Ke-Han. Rook found himself stuck playing double duty: Fly Have in air raids at night, and play games with Thom’s mind during the day.
And then whole series of things happened in quick succession. The dragons, who operated on magic, began to behave strangely-not quite following their riders’ orders, speaking incoherently, and a whole host of other little clues. Once the source of the disturbance-a poison in the well that supplied the magic that fueled the dragons-had been revealed, the Dragon Corps were sent on one last air raid, this time to destroy the Ke-Han magicians’ dome, where the controllers of the poison lived. Rook and Havemercy were critical parts of this raid; they managed to destroy the lapis dome, but Rook found himself captured by Ke-Han soldiers and held in captivity while they attempted to piece together the broken remnants of the dragon Havemercy.
» Canon Point: Just after being captured by the Ke-Han, post-destruction of the Lapis dome.
» Gender: Male.
» Age: Rook's age is never stated explicitly, but he was seven years old when the fire burned down his house in Molly, and Thom later reveals that they've been parted for twenty-one years, which would make Rook twenty-eight.
» Orientation:
According to him, Rook is loudly and unashamedly heterosexual-a ladykiller of sorts, popular for his aura of danger. However, there’s a very small and often forcibly squashed part of his mind that has a lingering attraction to men, a byproduct of his pre-Airman years.
» Personality:
Rook is complicated. Outwardly, he’s a complete asshole - he’s tactless, insensitive, and while he does stop to consider what he’s about to say, it doesn’t bother him much if he hurts someone in the process. He’s extremely blunt, and very likely to say exactly what’s on his mind without candycoating or softening the blow. He rarely lies, not because he believes in honesty but because he can’t be arsed to make shit up. He’s also very determined; if he sets his mind to doing something, he’ll do it. While it takes him a long time to trust anyone, once he does, he’ll be loyal to the end - as of right now, he’s loyal to Havemercy, himself, and the Dragon Corps, in that order. Rook doesn’t hesitate to kick ass and take names if it’s necessary.
The thing about Rook, though, is that a lot of his personality is sort of a front. He’s already at a disadvantage because he’s from Molly-the least privileged district of Thremedon-and he’s been hurt before, very badly, which results in him trying to protect himself through caustic words and cynicism. Sort of like, the best defense is a good offense.
» Appearance:
Rook is tall and fairly well-built, attractive in a cruel sort of way. He has sharp features and long blond hair, with blue-streaked braids at the temples, and the kind of smile that promises all sorts of wicked deeds. This sort of dangerous beauty is exactly what attracts so many women to him.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[video post] I don’t know what kind of fucking joke this is, but when I find you … I’m going to take that sense of humor of yours and shove it where the sun don’t shine. There’s a fucking war going on out there, case you haven’t noticed, and I ain’t - am not about to sit here and let you fuck with me! Now I’m going to ask you one time and one time only, and somebody better have a damn good answer.
Where the fuck is my fucking dragon?
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
When Rook wakes up, he thinks it’s a dream.
Well, not really a dream. More like a fucking nightmare-it’s been years, years since he woke up like this. He’s naked, there’s semen drying on his thighs, and he’s sore, like he’s been well-fucked by some cindy from upper Molly. He hasn’t missed this, and waking up in the Ke-Han like this? Fuck.
Except this isn’t the Ke-Han. That’s the second thing he thinks, when he opens his eyes and sees his surroundings. It’s lush, rich fabrics and drapes and a soft bed, and if Rook wasn’t so fucking pissed he’d probably just go back to sleep to savor it. Whatever this is, it sure as shit ain’t the Ke-Han-they’re all minimalists, and this is luxury.
It’s easier to focus on that than it is to think about how fucking naked he is.
Rook’s clothes are folded at the foot of the bed. He’s baffled, and when Rook is confused, things usually start blowing up. The novelty of the whole experience is starting to wear off-Ke-Han or not, he’s sure as hell not in Thremedon anymore, and there’s a fucking war going on that he’s supposed to be fighting. Luxurious bedchambers aren’t enough to convince him-Rook’d take the Airman rooms over this shit any day if it meant he got to go back home.
Once his pants are buckled and his jacket put back on, Rook glances around the room, clears his throat, and starts shouting.