Post by Mister Y on May 23, 2012 11:32:04 GMT -5
MISTER Y
"Ten long years...living a mere facade of life..."
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Player Name: Heeeeeeey, it's me, Meg! MEG LAVALAIS! Again...
Years Roleplaying: SEVEN LONG YEEEEEEARS! (Gawd, I'm getting into character already...)
Gender: I....am.....Gallifreyan? Nah, I'm a chick.
Contact me: If you wanna contact me, just ask me. I don't hand out my info on public sites. Leffie already has my stuff anyway.
Anything else?: I suppose this is the moment you've all been waiting for...
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Basic Information
Age: 56
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Appearance
Body type: Very tall and skinny, actually quite Burtonesque in appearance. He moves gracefully, with a smooth glide in his walk.
Eye color: He's got piercing blue eyes that seem to see into your thoughts when he looks directly at you.
Wardrobe: He prefers to clothe himself in the latest fashions, but keeps to his general mantra of black dress suits. His favorite thing to wear is: black pants, white shirt, embroidered vest, black cravat, wing-tipped collar, and long black coat. He adores that coat, wearing it out whenever he happens to leave his loft at the top of Phantasma. He will never be caught without his white half-mask, not even in the company of people he trusts.
General Appearance: Pale skin from his seclusion, blue eyes, and bald, with a few strands of white hair. He wears a black wig to give the illusion that he has a full head of hair, and his white half-mask covers his deformity on the right side of his face. His deformity is strange and utterly disgusting to look at, with part of his skull showing and the flesh all along his right side looking like melted ridges of skin. Parts of his lips are a little larger on the right side.
Played By: Ben Lewis
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Personality
Dreams and Goals: His ultimate dream is to have his music heard by the world, and to hear Christine sing for him, if only one last time. It's all he truly wants in his life, her music.
Strengths: His music is still his passion, and when he has muse, he can write the most beautiful pieces. He's got a great amount of physical strength, giving him the ability to fight his own battles and have a chance to come out on top. He also has a great wit, and he prefers to use his brains over his brawn in any situation unless necessary.
Weaknesses: His temper makes him weak when he gets set off. He doesn't realize anything that he's doing or anything that really goes on when he's blinded with rage. He has a tendency to lose his cool when things he keeps close to his heart get lost. After he lost Christine, for example, his music lost all it's beauty and magic. Also, he has emotional breakdowns when set over the edge. In order for him to have a breakdown, his patience must be lost and he has to have something finally set off that final nerve.
Fears: He fears being denied once more by the woman he loves, more than anything else. He also fears losing her again, either by death's grip or her marriage to Raoul.
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The Past
History: January 19th, 1836 - Born Erik to a mother who only referred to him as a monster, he was never shown affection, and was forced to wear a mask since birth. He grew up as a prodigy, taking enjoyment in architecture and the arts, particularly music.
1852 - Traveling with Gypsies for a while, he was featured in their shows as an exhibit. He was called a "human horror" because of his scars and lack of a nose. Suddenly he disappeared, and people believed him to have died or run away. Soon, all memory of him was lost. In actuality, a woman smuggled him out of the sideshow, and he escaped to Persia. There, he made architectural wonders for the Shah, including mazes of mirrors that went on forever and dazzled the courts. In Persia, he learned how to use his weapon of choice, the Punjab Lasso.
1875 – Appeared at the Opera Populaire upon its completion, recognized only by the woman who’d helped him escape from the traveling show so many years ago, Madame Giry. He became the Opera Ghost, giving his notes to Madame Giry and intimidating the managers to do his wishes.
1881 – New Managers arrive at the Opera Populaire, and immediately begin receiving notes from Erik. His notes become more and more laced towards a young dancer, Christine Daae. He’d been taking her on as his student, playing the part of the Angel of Music to gain her trust. During the rehearsal for the Opera’s production of Hannibal, Erik took his chance to debut his student. He dropped a backdrop from its place in the wings, upsetting the diva, La Carlotta. Without an understudy for La Carlotta, Christine was presented, and got her debut on the stage. That evening, after jealously overhearing an exchange between Christine and her old childhood friend, Raoul de Chagny, Erik revealed himself to Christine, taking her down to his underground lair. While there, Erik sang for her, and she for him. Erik, taking a huge leap of faith, showed her an image of herself in a wedding dress, and she fainted. When she awoke, she found Erik sitting at his organ, writing music. He was so into his music that he didn’t see Christine reach for his mask. Erik, after throwing a fit of rage, took Christine back to the world above. Erik then proceeded to try to further his student’s career, by telling the managers to cast her as the lead in the newest Opera, “Il Muto”. However, the disobeyed his orders, and Erik sabotaged the opera. With Carlotta’s voice lost, the managers changed Christine to the lead. Christine, frightened, took Raoul up to the roof of the Opera House, determined that Erik would not find them there. But that was not the case. Erik followed them, and overheard Christine tell Raoul everything that had gone on between them. He also overheard the couple exchange vows of love to each other, and, heartbroken and betrayed, sabotaged the chandelier. While Christine was onstage, Erik watched the chandelier of the Opera crash at her feet in warning.
1882 – On New Year’s Eve, a Masquerade Ball was put on. Everyone believed that the Phantom, after months of silence, had given up and decided to leave them alone. Erik crashed the party, dressed as the figure of the Red Death, demanding that the next opera to be performed was to be his own “Don Juan Triumphant”, and that Christine would be the lead. To his horror, he discovered that Christine and Raoul had become secretly engaged, and he disappeared back to his lair. Later, on the anniversary of the death of Christine’s father, Erik followed Christine to the graveyard and tried to take her back. Raoul appeared to save Christine, and Erik declared war upon the both of them. Erik was seen again during the premiere of “Don Juan Triumphant”, where he killed Piangi and took his place as the lead. When Christine realized that it was Erik and not Piangi in the lead role, she ripped Erik’s mask and hairpiece off in one swift move. Horrified, Erik abducted Christine and ran with her back to his lair. She stood up to him, and Erik tried to force her into marrying him. While Christine and Erik were arguing, Raoul appeared and pleaded Erik to release Christine. Erik, devising a plan, let Raoul into his lair. While Raoul was distracted, Erik strung the Punjab Lasso around Raoul’s neck. It was then that Erik presented Christine with an ultimatum: Stay with him and save Raoul’s life, or declare her love for Raoul and kill him. She, deciding that she had to save Raoul, kissed Erik. This first kiss moved Erik to free Raoul and Christine. The mob was soon upon him, and Erik escaped, leaving his mask behind to convince the mob that he’d disappeared.
Not long after, Madame Giry and her daughter Meg found Erik and decided that, in order to help him, had to smuggle him out of France. While he was hidden away, Erik was surprised to see that Christine found him, even though the world believed him to be gone. They shared a night of passion together, but the next morning, ashamed of what he’d done, Erik left her and staged his own death. Heartbroken once more, Erik was smuggled out of the country with Madame Giry and Meg. They left the freighter in America, on Coney Island. Erik began working sideshows as a magician and saving up money. With the money, he intended to create his own empire among that which he knew best: the freaks. With the help of Madame Giry and Meg, he saved up enough money to build and sustain his own amusement park: PHANTASMA.
*1892 (I am aware that in the synopsis for LND, the year is supposed to be 1907. However, if the Phantom of the Opera Musical is supposed to be set in 1881, I fail to see how Andrew Lloyd Webber passed math class. The span from 1881 to 1907 is OBVIOUSLY not ten years, and the Masquerade scene is supposed to be a New Years Celebration, from what I understand. I hope you can see the reasoning for my choice)– Ten years after his final days in France, Erik finds in the paper headlines that Christine is coming to New York for the opening of Mr. Hammerstein’s newest attraction. His obsession is rekindled, and he decides that he must have her sing for him one last time, and mend his broken heart. He studiously begins working on his final piece of music, his last aria, which only Christine could sing. When she finally arrives in New York, Erik finds the window to her hotel and watches as she has an angry exchange with Raoul, and when he leaves, Erik finally decides to take his chance and reveal himself to her. But before that could even happen, darkness took over and a very confused Erik woke up in Phantom Manor.
RP Sample
Erik sat staring out at his park. It was night-time, and the park was lit up, filled to the brim with crazy, loud, talkative, slightly annoying New Yorkers. But he couldn't help but feel extremely alone. It was all he ever thought about anymore. How alone he was. How alone he'd been since he'd left her...
He sighed, laying his head in his hands. He'd made a mistake! It was all a huge mistake, leaving her! How could he have been so stupid? But...yes, that was right...he had to leave her. She was getting married to that...ugh, that man. That pretty-boy who'd taken her from him before he could finally know what it was like to feel true love. But afterward...that night....that was true love....why hadn't he kept it...
Every time he thought about it, it was as though his mind was at war with itself. One part of him thought he was an idiot for not taking her back while he had the chance. But the other part, the part that had changed with age and experience, knew he was right in leaving. But he missed it. Her voice, her music.
Sometimes at night he heard her. Her voice singing, off in the hazy distance. And he'd dream about her. The dreams had been getting more and more frequent, as well as realistic. It was maddening. He'd hear her call his name, see her there, but when he reached out to touch her, to take her in his arms...then he'd wake up, arms outstreched....and no her.
Erik sighed again, picking himself up out of his armchair in the window, and walked off to his bed. He was never going to get peaceful sleep tonight...
He sighed, laying his head in his hands. He'd made a mistake! It was all a huge mistake, leaving her! How could he have been so stupid? But...yes, that was right...he had to leave her. She was getting married to that...ugh, that man. That pretty-boy who'd taken her from him before he could finally know what it was like to feel true love. But afterward...that night....that was true love....why hadn't he kept it...
Every time he thought about it, it was as though his mind was at war with itself. One part of him thought he was an idiot for not taking her back while he had the chance. But the other part, the part that had changed with age and experience, knew he was right in leaving. But he missed it. Her voice, her music.
Sometimes at night he heard her. Her voice singing, off in the hazy distance. And he'd dream about her. The dreams had been getting more and more frequent, as well as realistic. It was maddening. He'd hear her call his name, see her there, but when he reached out to touch her, to take her in his arms...then he'd wake up, arms outstreched....and no her.
Erik sighed again, picking himself up out of his armchair in the window, and walked off to his bed. He was never going to get peaceful sleep tonight...
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