Post by bernard on Mar 25, 2013 13:20:30 GMT -5
[/center]Bernard Downing
of Woodridge Court
Bernard Downing . 23 . Gentleman
born 24/06/1883
Family
George Downing, Lord Bolingbroke, Viscount, father
Mary Downing, Lady Bolingbroke, Mother
Susanna Downing, older sister
Anne Downing, younger sister
Sexuality
heterosexual
Relationship Status
unattached
Appearance
Bernard is, as far as anyone can usually be bothered to be concerned, extraordinarily unremarkable. He is neither fat, nor thin. As well, he is of an average height, neither too tall nor too short. His hair is dark and his eyes light blue. Both are features that, as far as any Downing might be concerned, are quite standard. The features of his face are neither too well proportioned nor too disproportionate. The averageness of his face sometimes leads people to believe they have met him before, when, in fact, they have not. In an average moment, Bernard's facial expression is probably neutral, with a closed yet relaxed mouth, resting brows, and what could almost be considered an absence of thought behind his eyes. When engaged in conversation, he might smirk and lift his brows when he thinks himself exceptionally clever, or return to his resting expression, which may lead one to question whether he is, in fact, listening. His posture marks him as one who has undergone considerable training as a young gentleman, upright with flowing gestures. Generally, he is appropriately dressed in what he is assured are the latest fashions, though not so fashionable as to stand out in any way.
Personality
Few things are as pleasing to Bernard as a well-organized space. He enjoys facts that he need not ponder too much, and finds having to put forth effort into being creative very tedious. Often, he is labled as gullible, because he prefers to accept what others tell him at face value to putting much effort into analyzing their words. Though always polite, he is not the best conversational partner and enjoys talking about himself, though many find that there is little about him that is actually interesting. Bernard, like many young men of his status, enjoys opportunities to interact socially with his peers. He is fond of card games and drink, but not charades. As the heir of Lord Bolingbroke, he has been raised to be very confident in virtues that he may or may not possess, and may often be perceived as being a little self-absorbed. It often does not occur to him to attempt to see a situation from another person's point of view. Very likely, he is the only person who finds his 'jokes' funny, and is known to smirk with contentment when he says something he finds particularly clever. Though he tends toward laziness, he will work hard for a reward, and cares a lot about having the approval of his family.
History
Bernard's is a history almost as unremarkable as the man himself. He was born the second child of Lord and Lady Bolingbroke, but the only son. His younger sister was born three years after. Though his two sisters are very close to one another, Bernard was never very fond of them, nor they of him. Of course, he loves them as one sibling ought to love the rest of their siblings, but his position as heir marked him as a clear favorite child, and thus gave him a different position in the household hierarchy than the two girls. Presently, he interacts with them only when the family is all gathered in one place, and, though he loves them, does not get on with them very well.
Growing up, Bernard was very well educated in all the subjects a young member of the aristocracy ought to be well educated. He was a tolerably well-behaved boy, who lacked the creativity to come up with anything too troublesome to get himself into. His main flaw as a child was stubbornness and an unwillingness to compromise, luckily there was often no need for him to do so, and he was given almost everything he could ever want (apart from a white thoroughbred horse he'd seen once and begged and begged his father for, but only ended up getting a black one instead, which, he eventually decided, did almost as well). He attended Eton and then Oxford, where he received good marks, but did not exert himself overmuch. Throughout his schooling, history and geography were his favorite subjects. Full of facts and concepts that were ntot too abstract.
With his education complete, he continues to reside in Woodridge Court, his childhood home, since he has no need of finding employment. When his father insists, he learns a little about overseeing the management of such an estate, and is otherwise free to entertain himself as he chooses.
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RP Sample
There was a drawing room in Woodridge Court of which Bernard was quite fond. There was a little window that allowed for only a minimum of distraction from the outside world, while permitting a bit of natural light to pass, provided it did not look as though it fraternized with the wrong sort of people. The walls of that particular study were plain, with built-in bookshelves that were kept up to his standards of orderliness, trimmed in a dark wood, he assumed it was oak but had never really taken the time to inquire. It was the room's small fireplace that he most prized in the winter months, however, with its crackling kept to a polite murmur while he was trying to read.
Unfortunately, he was not in that particular drawing room at the moment, nor was he in Woodridge Court. His sisters had insisted the whole family go for some trek into nature, and were quite determined that he spend an enjoyable afternoon ice skating. He was quite determined that he would not enjoy one moment, and that the girls were mad for willingly venturing into the arctic landscape winter had provided them. Bernard's only comfort was the thought that the pond was sure to be suitably frozen.
And so they had all gone, in sleighs, like a Christmas Carrol, but with more reality. Hopefully there would be a pudding afterwards. "I've never much liked winter," remarked Bernard in an indolent tone. Then his smirk prepared his eldest sister to receive his attempt at cleverness. "Though I doubt many do, it has such a frosty exterior," the young man preened in the knowledge that he had most assuredly sleighn them.
And sorry, I promise I can read, I just.....am not used to this kind of application format lol; and I didn't know what a WIP was.....HAAHAAA- But now I get it