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Basics:
Name: Vaizey, Sheriff of Nottingham
Nicknames:"My Lord" "My Lord Sheriff" "THE Sheriff"
Age and DoB: 25 Dec 1138 (54)Age, DoB
Gender:Male
Relationship: Single, and mostly repelled by women. Little to no interest in other people other than as means to an end or as 'toys' to manipulate. The only person he has ever liked is his sister, Davina, and she's dead now. Interested in sex only as a means to assert domination and is bisexual leaning rather more towards men (he considers them to be more of a challenge)
Occupation/Rank/Title: Sheriff (though his ambitions are, of course, greater)
Contact Information: Pm is best
Appearance:
Height: 5'6"
Eye Color: brown, greenish hazel, occasionally accented by dark gray eye shadow
Hair: gray, balding, darker goatee and mustache
Distinguishing features: Missing tooth (thanks to that clod Gisborne) which is usually replaced by a false jewel-studded tooth.
Played by: Keith Allen
Style: Vaizey projects an almost tactile aura of confidence and authority that can dominate most any gathering. Despite his short stature he has the ability to make his height appear to be the correct one, and inevitably makes anyone taller feel awkward next to him. He always wears black, be it silk, wool, or animal pelts, but it in his case it is always comfortable. His favorite phrases are "A clue, no!" and "La did a di da". He also has a very smarmy smile.
Personality:
Vaizey is, to put it bluntly, an almost perfect psychopath. He is a brilliant and calculating plotter who has absolutely no regard for the lives of other people. He lets nothing stand in the way of his interests but he is smart and canny, and can keep himself in check when necessary. To others, his moods seem unpredictable and changeable, but this is not actually true. The real reason his apparent mood changes so quickly is because he is usually playing various roles to get what wants out of a given situation or person. His actual emotional state - usually ranging between rage, joy, hate, and self-satisfaction - tends to last for some time. Now that Davina is dead he no longer suffers from the inconvenience of any of the more feminine emotions, but he has always been curious about them and the short-sighted actions they cause others to take.
Aside from this interest in other’s emotions, he suffers from serious ennui -- he is so bored with everything that the only thing he finds consistently amusing is experimenting with the lives of his inferiors. The more powerful he becomes, the more inferiors he has, so really, shouldn't his goal be to make everyone his inferior?
He likes to keep his favorite toys close, and caged...like his birds. Guy is not the most efficient lieutenant and certainly not the sharpest tool, but he is the best toy Vaizey has ever had, any short-comings made up by the fact that he stepped into the cage and turned the key of his own accord. The man is stubborn too -- probably why he's managed to keep him for so long without breaking him. And that Marian...too self-reliant for an emotional cage, he's got her trapped literally. At first he meant her to be a sort of leper-shaped accessory for his favorite, but now he's not so sure. She is too smart by half and currently has entirely too much influence over Gisborne.
And all this business with Hood has certainly thrown a wrench in that plan -- ever since the 'Earl of Huntingdon' arrived home he has been suspicious of their connection, very suspicious...however, if it enables him to someday trap Hood it will be worth all the bother -- Hood would make a toy to replace all others, especially as Gisborne has had almost all the life squashed out of him by now. 15 years is a long time, after all, and Vaizey is sure Gisborne doesn't have the balls to even try to wriggle out of his pretty cage anymore.
Oh yes...and if things don't work out to his satisfaction he can always just kill them all and get new toys...that Allan for instance...
Background:
Hometown: Prefers not to say
Family: sister - Davina, Lady Caerleon (deceased); nephew - Ivarr, Earl of Caerleon and Black Knight
History: When young, Vaizey was always rather angered that everyone celebrated the Christ Child's birthday on the day owned by Vaizey, but after the age of nine, at which he realized God was something only pathetic fools believed in, he stopped caring. Now he just takes it as an opportunity to put up extra decorations in celebration of himself.
In a perfect and idyllic childhood, he and Davina were raised by wolves. Not really, actually they were raised by their depressed and withdrawn mother, the wife of a minor and completely unimportant nobleman who had left for war before Vaizey was born and had never been heard from again. He and Davina had to entertain themselves, which they usually accomplished by spreading misery amongst their siblings or the local peasant children.
Once Davina turned 13, they realized that she could enchant any man, so with Vaizey's help, she moved through a succession of rich husbands until she captured the eye of one Maxwell, the Earl of Caerlon. In this marriage, Davina, unfortunately, got immediately with child and ruined her figure, so they decided not to swiftly widow her as had been their practice.
Vaizey acted as steward for the Earl, until he died (of natural causes, amazingly). Now an extremely wealthy woman, Davina was able to raise enough money to buy the post of Nottingham from King Richard. They put this through with the help of Prince John, of course, who Vaizey had met and impressed via his duties for the late Earl. Fortunately, it fell to him to break the news to Edward, the former sheriff of Nottingham, and his outspoken shrew of a daughter. He had enjoyed it immensely.
Davina's son, Ivarr, fell victim to youthful interests and married some little mouse of a woman. Greta or Gorda or something like that. No matter; he's pledged his allegiance to the Black Knights since the loss of his mother, and will be an invaluable ally, with his wealth and large holdings in the west.
Writing Sample:
Here's an excerpt with Vaizey's POV from a fic chapter I wrote for Denial...I expect this RP Vaizey characterization will be a bit different...less sexual probably. Here goes:
Vaizey lounged in his room, feet propped on the windowsill. He wiggled his toes in the sunlight and sighed in contentment. Yes... all was as it should be. Marian would hate Gisborne to her last breath, and he would make sure that came soon -- preferably in front of Hood. Though Hood was still alive, Vaizey found himself almost... pleased... with the turn of events. He'd loved watching her squirm while the bidders had inspected her, but this would be even better. He'd thought of gutting her in front of the outlaw ever since he'd met him; he had known the man still loved her the first time he had seen them together. He chuckled to himself. Seriously, how blind could Gisborne be? Vaizey had seen their deaths in his dreams many times since Hood had killed his Davina.
A pigeon in the crate behind him cooed, interrupting the pleasant vision of his hands tightening around Marian's neck. His fingers twitched. No! He mustn't play with the birds, there were messages to carry yet. He mustn't hurt them -- at least not until after he was sure they were no longer of use.
And Gisborne -- the clod -- would nothing convince the man that his so-called 'love' was hopeless? He was still unsure of his loyalty despite all that had passed; Gisborne was becoming much better at hiding his emotions. Well, he was still useful, regardless. Vaizey smiled to himself -- and useful in so many ways. Wiggling his toes again, he let his thoughts drift to Allan, locked up in the small room below. The boy was still so... impressionable. Well, compared to Gisborne anyway. And that bleating leper! Vaizey had never seen anyone so naive! He giggled, he would have to fix that, and soon, before he killed her.
Later, once the sun had sunk below the horizon, Vaizey drifted down towards the basement room, but not before dropping in on Guy to see that the man was once again sleeping. He smiled at the idiot's unconscious form; no heroics this time. He picked up a tray of food on the way down; they had been given nothing since he had captured them, and that would make them... pliable. Chortling with glee, he tipped an envelope of a powdered mixture into one of the wine goblets -- Allan would be more than pliable now, but none for Marian. He wanted the girl to remember.
Anything else?
Hi, so I have no idea how to RP, but I have been following you all for the last month? or two? and it seems pretty self-explanatory. If I am doing anything wrong, or not doing something I should just let me know!
Name: Vaizey, Sheriff of Nottingham
Nicknames:"My Lord" "My Lord Sheriff" "THE Sheriff"
Age and DoB: 25 Dec 1138 (54)Age, DoB
Gender:Male
Relationship: Single, and mostly repelled by women. Little to no interest in other people other than as means to an end or as 'toys' to manipulate. The only person he has ever liked is his sister, Davina, and she's dead now. Interested in sex only as a means to assert domination and is bisexual leaning rather more towards men (he considers them to be more of a challenge)
Occupation/Rank/Title: Sheriff (though his ambitions are, of course, greater)
Contact Information: Pm is best
Appearance:
Height: 5'6"
Eye Color: brown, greenish hazel, occasionally accented by dark gray eye shadow
Hair: gray, balding, darker goatee and mustache
Distinguishing features: Missing tooth (thanks to that clod Gisborne) which is usually replaced by a false jewel-studded tooth.
Played by: Keith Allen
Style: Vaizey projects an almost tactile aura of confidence and authority that can dominate most any gathering. Despite his short stature he has the ability to make his height appear to be the correct one, and inevitably makes anyone taller feel awkward next to him. He always wears black, be it silk, wool, or animal pelts, but it in his case it is always comfortable. His favorite phrases are "A clue, no!" and "La did a di da". He also has a very smarmy smile.
Personality:
Vaizey is, to put it bluntly, an almost perfect psychopath. He is a brilliant and calculating plotter who has absolutely no regard for the lives of other people. He lets nothing stand in the way of his interests but he is smart and canny, and can keep himself in check when necessary. To others, his moods seem unpredictable and changeable, but this is not actually true. The real reason his apparent mood changes so quickly is because he is usually playing various roles to get what wants out of a given situation or person. His actual emotional state - usually ranging between rage, joy, hate, and self-satisfaction - tends to last for some time. Now that Davina is dead he no longer suffers from the inconvenience of any of the more feminine emotions, but he has always been curious about them and the short-sighted actions they cause others to take.
Aside from this interest in other’s emotions, he suffers from serious ennui -- he is so bored with everything that the only thing he finds consistently amusing is experimenting with the lives of his inferiors. The more powerful he becomes, the more inferiors he has, so really, shouldn't his goal be to make everyone his inferior?
He likes to keep his favorite toys close, and caged...like his birds. Guy is not the most efficient lieutenant and certainly not the sharpest tool, but he is the best toy Vaizey has ever had, any short-comings made up by the fact that he stepped into the cage and turned the key of his own accord. The man is stubborn too -- probably why he's managed to keep him for so long without breaking him. And that Marian...too self-reliant for an emotional cage, he's got her trapped literally. At first he meant her to be a sort of leper-shaped accessory for his favorite, but now he's not so sure. She is too smart by half and currently has entirely too much influence over Gisborne.
And all this business with Hood has certainly thrown a wrench in that plan -- ever since the 'Earl of Huntingdon' arrived home he has been suspicious of their connection, very suspicious...however, if it enables him to someday trap Hood it will be worth all the bother -- Hood would make a toy to replace all others, especially as Gisborne has had almost all the life squashed out of him by now. 15 years is a long time, after all, and Vaizey is sure Gisborne doesn't have the balls to even try to wriggle out of his pretty cage anymore.
Oh yes...and if things don't work out to his satisfaction he can always just kill them all and get new toys...that Allan for instance...
Background:
Hometown: Prefers not to say
Family: sister - Davina, Lady Caerleon (deceased); nephew - Ivarr, Earl of Caerleon and Black Knight
History: When young, Vaizey was always rather angered that everyone celebrated the Christ Child's birthday on the day owned by Vaizey, but after the age of nine, at which he realized God was something only pathetic fools believed in, he stopped caring. Now he just takes it as an opportunity to put up extra decorations in celebration of himself.
In a perfect and idyllic childhood, he and Davina were raised by wolves. Not really, actually they were raised by their depressed and withdrawn mother, the wife of a minor and completely unimportant nobleman who had left for war before Vaizey was born and had never been heard from again. He and Davina had to entertain themselves, which they usually accomplished by spreading misery amongst their siblings or the local peasant children.
Once Davina turned 13, they realized that she could enchant any man, so with Vaizey's help, she moved through a succession of rich husbands until she captured the eye of one Maxwell, the Earl of Caerlon. In this marriage, Davina, unfortunately, got immediately with child and ruined her figure, so they decided not to swiftly widow her as had been their practice.
Vaizey acted as steward for the Earl, until he died (of natural causes, amazingly). Now an extremely wealthy woman, Davina was able to raise enough money to buy the post of Nottingham from King Richard. They put this through with the help of Prince John, of course, who Vaizey had met and impressed via his duties for the late Earl. Fortunately, it fell to him to break the news to Edward, the former sheriff of Nottingham, and his outspoken shrew of a daughter. He had enjoyed it immensely.
Davina's son, Ivarr, fell victim to youthful interests and married some little mouse of a woman. Greta or Gorda or something like that. No matter; he's pledged his allegiance to the Black Knights since the loss of his mother, and will be an invaluable ally, with his wealth and large holdings in the west.
Writing Sample:
Here's an excerpt with Vaizey's POV from a fic chapter I wrote for Denial...I expect this RP Vaizey characterization will be a bit different...less sexual probably. Here goes:
Vaizey lounged in his room, feet propped on the windowsill. He wiggled his toes in the sunlight and sighed in contentment. Yes... all was as it should be. Marian would hate Gisborne to her last breath, and he would make sure that came soon -- preferably in front of Hood. Though Hood was still alive, Vaizey found himself almost... pleased... with the turn of events. He'd loved watching her squirm while the bidders had inspected her, but this would be even better. He'd thought of gutting her in front of the outlaw ever since he'd met him; he had known the man still loved her the first time he had seen them together. He chuckled to himself. Seriously, how blind could Gisborne be? Vaizey had seen their deaths in his dreams many times since Hood had killed his Davina.
A pigeon in the crate behind him cooed, interrupting the pleasant vision of his hands tightening around Marian's neck. His fingers twitched. No! He mustn't play with the birds, there were messages to carry yet. He mustn't hurt them -- at least not until after he was sure they were no longer of use.
And Gisborne -- the clod -- would nothing convince the man that his so-called 'love' was hopeless? He was still unsure of his loyalty despite all that had passed; Gisborne was becoming much better at hiding his emotions. Well, he was still useful, regardless. Vaizey smiled to himself -- and useful in so many ways. Wiggling his toes again, he let his thoughts drift to Allan, locked up in the small room below. The boy was still so... impressionable. Well, compared to Gisborne anyway. And that bleating leper! Vaizey had never seen anyone so naive! He giggled, he would have to fix that, and soon, before he killed her.
Later, once the sun had sunk below the horizon, Vaizey drifted down towards the basement room, but not before dropping in on Guy to see that the man was once again sleeping. He smiled at the idiot's unconscious form; no heroics this time. He picked up a tray of food on the way down; they had been given nothing since he had captured them, and that would make them... pliable. Chortling with glee, he tipped an envelope of a powdered mixture into one of the wine goblets -- Allan would be more than pliable now, but none for Marian. He wanted the girl to remember.
Anything else?
Hi, so I have no idea how to RP, but I have been following you all for the last month? or two? and it seems pretty self-explanatory. If I am doing anything wrong, or not doing something I should just let me know!