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Brifulkips; Victorian-era dandy gnome
Topic Started: Oct 7 2008, 07:39 AM (276 Views)
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Name: Sir Brifulkips Ebony Rimpeldon III
Race: High society Gnome
Age/DOB: 103, though this is of course gnome years, putting him a little way into gnome adulthood, say, around his early 30s in human age. Though, being a gnome, he looks closer to 12.
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Apar Sextus (sixth planet in the Apar system)

Height: 3'4"
Weight/Shape: 38 lbs.
Hair: Black and shiny.
Eyes or other important sensory apparati: Two cobalt blue eyes full of intelligence and mischief, though the latter tends to be a bit repressed. Ears are a bit oversized for his face.
Skin: A dark tan, almost caramel color. Incredibly smooth and well-maintained.
Other Important Features: A very maintained and trimmed beard that comes down to two points, and a pencil-thin mustache.

Physical Description: Everything about Brifulkips is perfect in appearance in terms of care. His smile is flawless, with a mouth full of straight, white teeth. His skin free of blemishes, spots, dirt, or grime. His hair is perfectly styled and short at all times, with a healthy shine. His clothes must be impeccably kept at all times. Despite appearing quite thin and delicate, with smooth skin and perfect hair, there's a certain ruggedness to him. He's not muscular by any means, but he is fit. Not strong, but a bit on the athletic side. His fingers are quick, and nimble, and he always needs to be fiddling with something.

Brifulkips' voice is a voice of the apathetic. It's not a voice prone to cracking or crescendo. Being of such a small size, his tone is a bit higher-pitched, though not quite that of a child.

Like his appearance, he must smell clean at all times. One would almost assume the gnome simply didn't perspire. He was fragrant, smelling of soaps and colognes, without but the slightest hint of natural scent.

Personality:
As a dandy, his attitude and personality is a bit hard to pin down. Certainly, Brifulkips is a bit... blank. Apathetic. Seemingly, he's seen it all and isn't impressed by any of it. To show anything but the smallest bit of emotion is to be overly-dramatic. At the same time, he's a gigantic socialite. Most comfortable in a crowd, Brifulkips must be the center of attention. He's an egotist, and a borderline narcissist. It must be he who has the best jokes, the most exciting stories, and the attention of everyone in the room. The one thing that irks him, causing him to break from his unflappable determination of appearing uncaring, is breaking his society's strict system of morality, manners, and protocol. He appears to be prudish to the highest degree, and obsessed with rules, standards, and class-appropriate behavior.

Interests/Likes/Dislikes:
Interests: Parties, adventuring, inventing, machines, illusions, art, fencing, history.
Likes: Attention, cleanliness, order, the finer things. Fine food, the best-tailored clothing, everything. Non-fiction books, especially historical accounts.
Dislikes: Rudeness, disrespect, violence, following orders, religion, solitude.
Goal: Status.

Abilties, Powers, Skills, Weaknesses:
-Fencing (Specializes in colichemarde, essentially a quicker shortsword/rapier)
-Survival skills (Knows the basics of setting up a camp, and a bit of animal tracking)
-Historian (Has a mind for history and details. Is actually a published historical author)
-Inventing (Specializes in optic devices: glasses, magnifiers, scopes, cameras, projectors, though only in what would be 1800s Earth technology)
-Shadow illusions (Can use shadows around him to create illusions)
-Socializing (Knows how to plan a party, knows all about formal attire, social graces, proper behavior, and ballroom dance)

-Uncaring of things that do not interest or concern him
-Extremely egotistical
-Cynical and sarcastic at the expense of others
-Obsessive over what is proper behavior
-Secretly harbors sexual and societal deviancies
-A bit of a liar

Home:
A planet much like Earth in terms of properties. Lives in what would be the equivalent of Europe, in a bustling Victorian-era city of various humanoids (humans, gnomes, elves, and dwarves, mostly). The races get along well enough, though the society is divided more into classes, ranging from the poor peasantry up to the aristocracy and royalty. Brifulkips lives in the landlocked nation of Taronce, which is ruled under a monarchy. A benevolent royal family who makes sure even the lower class is taken care of.

The nation, and the continent at that, strives to make strides in science and the arts, and the more talented one is the more respect they garner.

Items:
-A small wooden case inlaid with silver, roughly the size of a thin book that can be carried in the pocket. Inside would be a pen, several sheets of parchment, a set of small-handled, precise tools (a screwdriver, pliers, a long needle, a hook, a magnifying glass).
-A steel colichemarde with a shadowy black stripe running through the blade and handle
-A silver monocle (the glass is tinted dark and can essentially act as a projector. While talking about something, like a memory, or a description of an item, he can choose to activate the monocle using his illusion powers, projecting the described image as a slightly grainy, hologram. An incredibly useless but fun magic item)
-An ornate silver pocketwatch with a black clock face and white hands.
-A wallet containing his money, business cards, extending black comb
-Handkerchief
Edited by Brifulkips, Oct 7 2008, 07:43 AM.
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"It's an absolute wonder that we all made it out of those caverns having but lost just our equipment." Oliver Dawkins grinned impishly. "And that poor goblinoid guide we hired... though why be redundant?" He lounged back in his easy chair and put a foot on the ottoman. The ladies gasped at the sudden grisly end to the story, the men laughed. A portly fellow slapped Dawkins drunkenly on the back. "Good show! Good sport!" When he bellowed and guffawed his bushy mustache writhed like a hairy bug.

Brifulkips raised his eyebrows briefly and curled his bottom lip a bit as he assessed the story. The Dorenburg gala had lasted late into the night, too late for most, and had transformed into a more intimate gathering by the Dorenburgs' fireplace. Brifulkips' mouth twitched, the slightest bit of a sneer forming at the corner of his lips. "Surely, you saw the ruins, yes?"

"The ruins?" Dawkins looked surprised, his cheeks going a bit flush at being caught off-guard by the sudden question. There had been no ruins. The caverns were never inhabited, surely. "There were no ruins." He stammered a bit, hating to be beaten in terms of storytelling.

"No ruins? Really? Hmm..." The small gnome swirled the contents of his glass before delicately setting it on an endtable, careful to place it on top of the coaster to prevent condensation from spoiling the beautiful hardwood. "Interesting." He tapped his chin, the adjusted his monocle, the black glass blinking brightly. A flash of static filled the eye-sized circle, then the air in front of his face flickered once, capturing the lazily drifting dust motes in midflight. The motes seemed to shift and contort until the fuzzy image of cavern walls appeared in front of them all, slightly larger than an illustration in a book, and moving at that.

"The caverns are absolutely fascinating. Nearly two centuries ago, they were inhabited by... hmmm... well... they don't exactly have a name, not an official one. Seemingly, they're relatives of the dwarf, but more dark in complexion and gruff in appearance. Supposedly ran out by an invading storm of subterranean reptilefolk, if the bones found were to be believed. But yes, yes. The ruins. I'm sorry. Off I go rambling about dark dwarves and lizardmen." His audience was at full attention, staring at the image in front of them as it shifted from dark stone tunnels to a ruined city of medium-sized buildings. Brifulkips talked at length about the various fixtures of the dead city, and the image shifted to a mostly intact obsidian fountain, water still burbling out the top. Jewels were missing from obvious inlays in the black stone, though a few glinting sapphires were strewn about the ground. "This, though... this was most impressive. The craftsmanship? Impeccable." The ladies oohed at the sight, then men transfixed by reptilian skulls piled in the opposite corner. The story died down over the course of an hour, and Brifulkips left after being invited back at any time. As he walked toward the door, his ebony formal jacket shifted into a longer coat, and a tophat materialized in his hand as he tipped it to his gracious hosts and put it atop his head.

After a short stroll through the dark, cobblestone streets, he arrived home. It was a sizable house, two floors for but one person. Though, to be fair, part of it was his business. Unlocking the front door, he stepped over the threshold, locking the door once more behind him. This was his workshop. Lenses and frames and the tiniest of metal bits lined the display cases. A shelf of books was next to that, documents of every recent war and ancient civilization known to the continent. All authored by one Sir Brifulkips Ebony Rimpeldon III. He passed into the next room, into his entrance hall. Fencing trophies and medals lined the mantle. Photographs from expeditions hung framed on every wall.

It was a good night. A great night. Though, something about that Dawkins. Putting his feet up on the furniture as if the mansion was his! He may as well have asked Madame Dorenburg to bring him his slippers! Disgraceful. And that portly fellow... no self-respecting man should be that boisterous nor that drunk! And the Madame Dorenburg... showing off her limbs as if she were some sort of harlot. Absolutely disgusting. Her slim, long, alabaster legs shown off like that. Why Brifulkips could imagine the firm, smooth thighs they would lead up to... those plump, round... Brifulkips jumped with a start, snapping himself out of his own thoughts. Absolutely shameful. Had she no morality? His shadowy clothing slinked down into nothingness, joining the shadows in the corners of the room.

He crawled into bed as he got to his chambers, the loneliness suddenly striking him. He was alone, utterly and completely. No audience, no ears for his stories or eyes for his pictures. Just him and the darkness. How he loathed it... and what's worse... had he forgotten to finish his drink? Had he left his glass on the table? Would a letter of apology be proper, or would the bottle of wine he brought them last night be gift enough? Brifulkips sighed...

Tomorrow was another day, another party. But for now, sleeping while being crushed under the weight of solitude.
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Current inventory:

His monocle (fully functional, a bit scuffed up)
His pocket watch (perfect condition, non-functional)
Game Boy (broken)
Tetris Game Boy cartridge
Two silk handkerchiefs
Short sword (mostly rusty)
Handful of wires
Schoolgirl tentacle porn
Smooth metal ring
Ring with a glow-in-the-dark stone
A toothbrush (still in package)
Edited by Brifulkips, Apr 24 2009, 05:56 AM.
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