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PLAYER
NAME/NICKNAME: Kim
AGE: 20
PERSONAL LJ: crazyjumpinbean
TIMEZONE: PST
EMAIL ADDRESS: crazyjumpingbean@gmail.com
IM SCREENNAME AND SERVICE: kujoismydog@AIM
CHARACTER
NAME: William Bush
AGE: 34
FANDOM/MEDIUM: Hornblower - Movies
CANON PULL-POINT: After the end of the series
ABILITIES: William doesn't really have a lot of 'stand out' abilities. Beyond his competence for 1800's sailing know how, and the time's military order, there isn't much to the man. One thing he does have on his side however is the physical. Bush is very strong and a excellent seaman. Spending near his entire life on a ship, Bush is accustomed to a hard life.
He isn't exactly a great shot... give him a person in front of him and he'll hit them, but a marksman he ain't. Nor is he especially skilled with a sword. Adept, yes. But he's more of a brawler than anything. Bush has an incredible power of stamina, but with that tenacity and focus comes the ignoring of anything else until his call to duty is fulfilled - including wounds! A good example of this would be when once fighting a Spanish mutiny, Bush was really sliced up and by the end of the fight and he hadn't realized it at all until he succumbed to his wounds and was forced to be hospitalized.
One thing that really should be stated as well. Bush can't swim. Why learn to swim, after all, when you have solid, English oak under your feet and rope and canvas above?
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
Book verse!
Mutiny
Retribution
Loyalty
Duty
CHARACTER PERSONALITY: Bush is largely a product of his surroundings and his time. He has been at sea since he was a very young man, and has not known any other way of life; therefore, his mannerisms are entirely colored by the Royal Navy. He is a very serious, somber individual. Unceasingly loyal, hardworking, and practical. He has little use for things that go beyond his understanding, high-mindedness or abstract. Bush isn't particularly ambitious and has great respect for the chain of naval command, it's ingrained in him to do so. Where Horatio is a born leader, Bush is a born follower. He does it well and he does it without complaint.
Bush is not one to be easily impressed. He has high standards and assumes that most share his devotion and commitment to their duties. When confronted with someone who is not as driven in their profession as he, it leads to a puzzled and mildly disgruntled lieutenant. Give the man a position of authority, and this translates into a very driven leadership style. Bush can be a taskmaster, and can be brutal in exacting the desired level of performance from his underlings. Bush has been reported to lack creativity and vision, but he has come up with some pretty good threats to enforce his authority (he'd never go through with them). But he is secretly a patient and good man under it all.
Bush is a very sensible and blunt creature. If he has something to say, he says it; he sees no point in mincing words. He can usually be depended upon to speak the truth, and to follow through on his word when it is given. This is also because he does not give that word indiscriminately. If Bush feels that something is wrong or ill-conceived, he has no qualms about questioning it -- generally politely, especially when superiors are involved, but still questioning. More often than not, however, Bush ends up doing what he sees as his duty, whatever his questioning does or does not accomplish. He is a cautious individual, stolid, and not prone to the risk-taking of his more famous friend.
He can a bit of a paradox at times. Bush definitely comes across as detached and cold, especially when it comes to naval matters, but this couldn't be further from the truth. Bush does have silly human feelings, but he has a difficult time categorizing or even recognizing them. He's an officer through and through and anything that falls outside of that realm needs much thought and rumination. Both of which Bush has little patience for. Bush can be a mother-hen when he wants to; while he isn't always observant, Bush does notice when those close to him are running themselves ragged, and he isn't shy to say they should rest or eat something. Often he will poke at Horatio to eat more, for the man is far too skinny. It might appear as if he has no sense of humor, but Bush does indeed have one! A very well hidden one but it exists; it's more sardonic than anything unfortunately. Smiling is a Very Big Deal for this man.
The bottom line for interactions with William Bush? Give respect, get respect in turn. Show yourself worthy, and have a strong and true friend who can always be depended upon for assistance or support. Prove yourself to be otherwise, and face his disapproval.
WORLD: It's the Napoleonic Wars, after the Peace. William Bush is a lieutenant under Horatio Hornblower. They get up to a whole bunch of shenanigans and fun with their pals. Absolutely no bloodshed or mortal peril involved.
And by that I mean, a lot.
OCCUPATION: Blacksmith
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: Kansas River was the first crossing on their journey to Oregon. The fact that they had hit the mark just half a mile from the designated crossing area was something of an achievement to Bush - sometimes wagons were too far North or South from the sightly populated area that was most popular for venturing over the water and lost a day or even two trying to find the ferry. This happened especially in winter and spring months when the river was flooded; everything looked the same: muddy shallow banks giving way to a fast flowing river that was deceptively shallow to the eye.
But to the navigator of the group a few points south from the safest crossing was an unacceptable difference and had retreated to the back of the wagon to mull in his thoughts, leaving Bush at the front to eye the banks they traveled near while gently easing the oxen one way or another. If it were summer or late fall Bush would have been happy to make progress on their journey, but with the water running heavy the way it was it was beginning to make him nervous. On the surface he was unflappable, his face carefully schooled into a blank mask of impassive judgment on the world. The look of a proper hardened lieutenant in His Majesty's Royal Navy. Beneath that cool mask he was a man severely wary of the way the river went. Now a sailor such as himself had no reason to be scared of water nor it's properties. But his mind slowly cataloged just what they had that they could lose from point A to point B. Supplies, of course. The oxen could drown or tip the whole wagon, and then there was the pregnant woman who was the highest liability of all.
All this lay heavy on his mind, next to the very concrete aspect of his own demise. Bush had never liked the water, which many would find odd as he lived his life on it. He loved the feel of a solid wooden deck beneath him, not the cold cloying grasp of deep water. Bush couldn't swim any depth higher than six feet; possibly drowning was always a constant thought with Bush but after being on land so long - encountering water now revived those uncertainties.
“We should cross with the ferry, Mister Bush.” Another person's voice broke his haze of concentration and William Bush grumbled a reply before snapping the reins to issue the oxen forward.
FIRST PERSON:
What in the hell is this?
[Bush growled irritably into the device on his wrist. He wasn't aware that he was making a message but it was being made all the same.
There was a sound of someone moving about in the back of a wagon before a flap of canvas was drawn back.]
I'll be damned...
...this is completely impossible! Who is responsible for this?!
When I find out what's happened here.
NOTES: Nada!
NAME/NICKNAME: Kim
AGE: 20
PERSONAL LJ: crazyjumpinbean
TIMEZONE: PST
EMAIL ADDRESS: crazyjumpingbean@gmail.com
IM SCREENNAME AND SERVICE: kujoismydog@AIM
CHARACTER
NAME: William Bush
AGE: 34
FANDOM/MEDIUM: Hornblower - Movies
CANON PULL-POINT: After the end of the series
ABILITIES: William doesn't really have a lot of 'stand out' abilities. Beyond his competence for 1800's sailing know how, and the time's military order, there isn't much to the man. One thing he does have on his side however is the physical. Bush is very strong and a excellent seaman. Spending near his entire life on a ship, Bush is accustomed to a hard life.
He isn't exactly a great shot... give him a person in front of him and he'll hit them, but a marksman he ain't. Nor is he especially skilled with a sword. Adept, yes. But he's more of a brawler than anything. Bush has an incredible power of stamina, but with that tenacity and focus comes the ignoring of anything else until his call to duty is fulfilled - including wounds! A good example of this would be when once fighting a Spanish mutiny, Bush was really sliced up and by the end of the fight and he hadn't realized it at all until he succumbed to his wounds and was forced to be hospitalized.
One thing that really should be stated as well. Bush can't swim. Why learn to swim, after all, when you have solid, English oak under your feet and rope and canvas above?
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
Book verse!
Mutiny
Retribution
Loyalty
Duty
CHARACTER PERSONALITY: Bush is largely a product of his surroundings and his time. He has been at sea since he was a very young man, and has not known any other way of life; therefore, his mannerisms are entirely colored by the Royal Navy. He is a very serious, somber individual. Unceasingly loyal, hardworking, and practical. He has little use for things that go beyond his understanding, high-mindedness or abstract. Bush isn't particularly ambitious and has great respect for the chain of naval command, it's ingrained in him to do so. Where Horatio is a born leader, Bush is a born follower. He does it well and he does it without complaint.
Bush is not one to be easily impressed. He has high standards and assumes that most share his devotion and commitment to their duties. When confronted with someone who is not as driven in their profession as he, it leads to a puzzled and mildly disgruntled lieutenant. Give the man a position of authority, and this translates into a very driven leadership style. Bush can be a taskmaster, and can be brutal in exacting the desired level of performance from his underlings. Bush has been reported to lack creativity and vision, but he has come up with some pretty good threats to enforce his authority (he'd never go through with them). But he is secretly a patient and good man under it all.
Bush is a very sensible and blunt creature. If he has something to say, he says it; he sees no point in mincing words. He can usually be depended upon to speak the truth, and to follow through on his word when it is given. This is also because he does not give that word indiscriminately. If Bush feels that something is wrong or ill-conceived, he has no qualms about questioning it -- generally politely, especially when superiors are involved, but still questioning. More often than not, however, Bush ends up doing what he sees as his duty, whatever his questioning does or does not accomplish. He is a cautious individual, stolid, and not prone to the risk-taking of his more famous friend.
He can a bit of a paradox at times. Bush definitely comes across as detached and cold, especially when it comes to naval matters, but this couldn't be further from the truth. Bush does have silly human feelings, but he has a difficult time categorizing or even recognizing them. He's an officer through and through and anything that falls outside of that realm needs much thought and rumination. Both of which Bush has little patience for. Bush can be a mother-hen when he wants to; while he isn't always observant, Bush does notice when those close to him are running themselves ragged, and he isn't shy to say they should rest or eat something. Often he will poke at Horatio to eat more, for the man is far too skinny. It might appear as if he has no sense of humor, but Bush does indeed have one! A very well hidden one but it exists; it's more sardonic than anything unfortunately. Smiling is a Very Big Deal for this man.
The bottom line for interactions with William Bush? Give respect, get respect in turn. Show yourself worthy, and have a strong and true friend who can always be depended upon for assistance or support. Prove yourself to be otherwise, and face his disapproval.
WORLD: It's the Napoleonic Wars, after the Peace. William Bush is a lieutenant under Horatio Hornblower. They get up to a whole bunch of shenanigans and fun with their pals. Absolutely no bloodshed or mortal peril involved.
And by that I mean, a lot.
OCCUPATION: Blacksmith
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: Kansas River was the first crossing on their journey to Oregon. The fact that they had hit the mark just half a mile from the designated crossing area was something of an achievement to Bush - sometimes wagons were too far North or South from the sightly populated area that was most popular for venturing over the water and lost a day or even two trying to find the ferry. This happened especially in winter and spring months when the river was flooded; everything looked the same: muddy shallow banks giving way to a fast flowing river that was deceptively shallow to the eye.
But to the navigator of the group a few points south from the safest crossing was an unacceptable difference and had retreated to the back of the wagon to mull in his thoughts, leaving Bush at the front to eye the banks they traveled near while gently easing the oxen one way or another. If it were summer or late fall Bush would have been happy to make progress on their journey, but with the water running heavy the way it was it was beginning to make him nervous. On the surface he was unflappable, his face carefully schooled into a blank mask of impassive judgment on the world. The look of a proper hardened lieutenant in His Majesty's Royal Navy. Beneath that cool mask he was a man severely wary of the way the river went. Now a sailor such as himself had no reason to be scared of water nor it's properties. But his mind slowly cataloged just what they had that they could lose from point A to point B. Supplies, of course. The oxen could drown or tip the whole wagon, and then there was the pregnant woman who was the highest liability of all.
All this lay heavy on his mind, next to the very concrete aspect of his own demise. Bush had never liked the water, which many would find odd as he lived his life on it. He loved the feel of a solid wooden deck beneath him, not the cold cloying grasp of deep water. Bush couldn't swim any depth higher than six feet; possibly drowning was always a constant thought with Bush but after being on land so long - encountering water now revived those uncertainties.
“We should cross with the ferry, Mister Bush.” Another person's voice broke his haze of concentration and William Bush grumbled a reply before snapping the reins to issue the oxen forward.
FIRST PERSON:
What in the hell is this?
[Bush growled irritably into the device on his wrist. He wasn't aware that he was making a message but it was being made all the same.
There was a sound of someone moving about in the back of a wagon before a flap of canvas was drawn back.]
I'll be damned...
...this is completely impossible! Who is responsible for this?!
When I find out what's happened here.
NOTES: Nada!