Username : giftwrapped
Time Zone : American Eastern
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Character Info
Name : Doric Knox-Fletcher / Abernathy
Age : 19 / 8
Gender : Male / Male
Appearance(s) : Doric has a tendency to look significantly older than he is. Tall and slim in a way that’s no longer the lanky frame of his early teen years, he’s fairly attractive when he remembers to wear his build like a proud young man rather than a clothed skeleton. He is quite pale, with slightly ashen skin, high, dramatic cheekbones and a general sharpness that in the right conditions is handsome—unfortunately, the right conditions rarely present themselves. His paleness is offset by striking eyes—a blue so dark it could almost be violet—and an impressive head of wavy ash-brown hair that would fall everywhere if he didn’t keep it up in a tight French braid. As it is, it’s collarbone length when it’s down. Sometimes, if he’s being really vain, he might wear it in ringlets.
When it comes to dress…well, Doric could only ever be called ‘old-fashioned’, perhaps ‘classic’ if you were being fair. Monochrome makes the vast majority of his wardrobe. He dresses all in black or charcoal grey, except for a pair of white gloves that he seems to favour in most situations, and a white cravat. If he could get away with carrying a decorative cane, he probably would—but he’s a bit young to be able to pull that off. His overall bearing and dress is extremely sober, to the point of often looking severe and far too old for his body.
He almost always looks bored, but he has a bright smile.
As for Abernathy, he’s not as ever-shifting as he used to be, though he’s still pretty intangible. It’s gotten to the point where he’s not still combining different pieces of animals, and Doric can tell what shape he’s in. Nowadays, he’ll choose a specific form (he’s currently favouring magpie and hound for social situations) and stick with it for several days, up to a week, though he hasn’t settled yet by any means. It’s quite possible he’s thinking about it, though.
Personality : Doric is grave. And that’s a pun. Get it, because he’s an undertaker? Ha. Ha.
Now shut up.
All right…in truth, Doric is nowhere near as nasty as that makes him sound. But he is grave, and he is an undertaker, of sorts. He’s always been rather focused on his future profession, viewing school as something he will be forced to tolerate for the time-being. True, it sounds a bit silly, but he wants to be an undertaker. He doesn’t like living people. Not really, anyways. At least the dead can’t talk back or make stupid comments.
He’s not very tolerant of stupidity or things that bore him, and if he decides he’s reached his limit of whatever, he’ll simply walk away whether or not the conversation is over. That said, he enjoys company if it’s of a cultured, well-educated sort, and he himself strives to be as elegant as possible in social situations. He rarely goes out of his way to meet people and doesn’t make friends quickly, but he won’t shun social gatherings, even if he tends to make more enemies than friends. When he actually manages to make friends he is generous, perhaps overly-doting, and quite loyal. Romantically, he’s not really inclined to any specific thing, and he would definitely be the high-maintenance one in a relationship were he to have one.
Doric’s…a bit of an egotist, putting on airs of elegance and décor and always ready with witty (and generally sharp) comments. His sense of humour is admittedly extremely sarcastic, but it’s not a bad one. He has a good eye for beauty, views himself as an artist (albeit a rather nontraditional one), and tends to look at things in a very discrete, beautiful or ugly, manner. He takes everything in life as either pleasant or boring, and complains endlessly to his daemon if he’s forced into boring company.
Abernathy, on the other hand…it wouldn’t be fair to say that Abernathy is Doric’s complete opposite, but at a glance, it might seem so. The daemon is bright, social, and overly-showy, often going out of his way for attention. Bossy, loud, and expressive, he’s nowhere near as polite as his other half. He’s noisy and sarcastic, quick to use his clever tongue to wound, and vain as, well, a peacock. Unlike his other half, he’s quite ready to scold those who get under his skin—from, of course, a safe distance.
He also spends a lot of time telling Doric to suck it up.
Keywords [5 Max]: Undertaker, elegant, sarcastic, reserved, Aestheticism
History : Doric was raised up just fine, if a bit…unconventionally. After all, most children aren’t raised with the recently deceased in the basement. Doric grew up around copious amounts of dead folk—his father was an undertaker, as well as the curator of a small funeral parlour. A grim, serious man, he raised his son to follow in his footsteps after his wife proved incapable of having any more children.
He was lucky that his son wasn’t the sort to resent having to carry on the family name. Doric wanted to be an undertaker. He was fascinated with the concept, loved the hearse and the team of matched black horses, and viewed the preparation of the dead for wakes and funerals as art. He took to the trade readily…almost eerily so.
A few…distressing events around Christmas when Doric was eleven left him with a rather interesting little sparkly ball of light following him around, and Doric’s father took that in stride, briefly explaining the matter to the boy and then continuing on with his training as if nothing of the sort had happened. Doric, following his father’s example, thought nothing of the interesting sort of manifestation for a long time, and it wasn’t until he was fifteen that things started to get a bit weird.
It was around that time that Doric’s sparkly ball of light started deciding it was specific shapes and began talking quite a lot more than previously. Around the time he told Doric that his name was Abernathy and Doric started referring to him as such and insisting his father, when he spoke of it (as his father still thought of Abernathy), call it such as well, his father decided that maybe sending Doric off to school for a time wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
Besides, Doric’s mother’s health was fading, and his father felt it would be good to get a teenager on the verge of being troublesome away from the house so that she could recuperate in peace. So Doric reluctantly allowed himself to be bundled away to Jaradin, where he’s been for the past four years. At least he’s being exposed to high culture, right?
