Post by Castle on Oct 23, 2010 11:27:07 GMT -5
I made a lot of changes to Castle's persona and history descriptions. I guess you could say I've come to realize a lot of things about him since I first wrote the profile...
Persona - Replace with the following:
History - Replace the first 7 paragraphs with the following:
Castle was raised in Traverse Town by an adoptive mother. He appeared there as an infant, presumably after his world was destroyed, but his parents did not. The only known relic of their existence is a small glass figurine of a paopu fruit, the star shape and small leaf colored yellow and green, respectively. A long crack runs through the center of it. When Castle grew old enough to understand his situation, his mother told him about his past and gave this item to him. Despite the damage, he kept it as his personal treasure, though his young mind did not fully conceive the connection between it and his missing family.
In fact, the status of his parents hardly meant anything to him at all. His adoptive mother was the only family he knew, and that was fine by him. She owned a clothing store, often making her own products to sell, and Castle, being the only help she had, ended up working there a lot. They made a fair income, especially when there was a great influx of people from other worlds during the times when darkness threatened. However, his mother taught him that this was really not a good thing. Like anyone else who dwells in the light, he learned to be wary of darkness.
Typical of the Traverse Town natives, Castle grew accustomed to meeting people from other worlds. It became his primary source of entertainment, and he fed on the strange stories they had to tell, when they were willing to talk about them. He already had strong social confidence from working in a store, and so he was able to approach just about anyone without fear.
Unfortunately, some of his social experience went sour as he got older. Given his small size, the fact that he worked in the clothing business, and the fact that he did so with his mother, he was the target of a lot of bullying from other boys. Many of these encounters escalated into physical violence. He quickly learned how to fight back and “prove them wrong” about his masculinity, developing keen fighting skills through lots of experience in getting into fights. However, he was also deeply embittered and came to identify males as enemies, and eventually he turned the tables by starting violent encounters himself. On the flip side, he also strove to defend those who were the victims of others, as he had once been.
Whenever he wasn’t working, socializing or getting into skirmishes, Castle spent his time with another hobby. With the glass paopu fruit as the starting point, he began to collect glass figurines, buying them from shops or receiving them as gifts from his mother on holidays. Though that spurred a bit more teasing, he “brushed it off” easily. If anyone had a problem with it, they meant nothing to him.
As he grew older, Castle came to feel restless in his small world. The stories of other-worlders weren’t enough anymore. Rather than sate his curiosity, they began to fuel it. He didn’t just want to hear about other worlds. He wanted to see them, to experience them for himself. In other words, he was getting bored. Bored, and trapped. No amount of street skirmishes could change that. In fact, his violent tendencies were getting worse.
His mother noticed the change in him. Though she tried to repress it, she knew that he was getting into more and more trouble. Her son was hurting people. The damage he dealt was never anything crippling or overly vicious, he pulled his punches, but that didn’t make it less of a problem. And really, she had seen it coming. Castle was a young man now, and young men were not often content to remain in one place forever. Maybe if he could leave their small world, he would lose the need for such violence.
Persona - Replace with the following:
[b]Persona[/b]: [ul][li][u]Façade:[/u] Castle is cocky, overconfident to a reckless degree. He is well aware of his good looks and readily exploits them in his flirtatious tendencies toward most members of the opposite sex. His boldness is apparent in both conversation and action; he does not exercise a lot of tact, and he’s not afraid to jump into things. He is always ready to accept a challenge or make one when it comes to exploration or fighting, especially fighting. In more casual situations, he is quite aloof and carefree, friendly to new acquaintances.
However, this friendliness is often limited if the person happens to be male. Castle tends to act aggressively toward men, picking out the faults in them even if it’s the first time they’ve met.
[/li][li][u]Inner Mind:[/u] Despite his brash nature, Castle is actually far from callous. In his mind, there are two kinds of pain. The first kind is the one that he can overlook, superficial, non-urgent matters. Then there is the second kind, true pain. If he perceives that somebody is in true pain, he will do what he can to help them. He also holds a deep appreciation for beauty. Though he may not be aware of it, his definition of beauty, like his definition of pain, branches further than simple appearance. He strives to protect these often fragile things of beauty, as though they were ornaments of glass.
Further down, however, he is plagued with frustration and doubt. He is obsessed with the urge to keep fighting, battling constantly against a faceless opponent. He can’t stand the thought of being controlled or pinned down by anybody or anything. Men are an exceptional threat, thanks to the experiences of his childhood, and he strives to prove himself superior. All these things, of course, are fueled by fear. Fear of being defeated, of being humiliated, and deepest down, fear of being alone. [/li][/ul] History - Replace the first 7 paragraphs with the following:
Castle was raised in Traverse Town by an adoptive mother. He appeared there as an infant, presumably after his world was destroyed, but his parents did not. The only known relic of their existence is a small glass figurine of a paopu fruit, the star shape and small leaf colored yellow and green, respectively. A long crack runs through the center of it. When Castle grew old enough to understand his situation, his mother told him about his past and gave this item to him. Despite the damage, he kept it as his personal treasure, though his young mind did not fully conceive the connection between it and his missing family.
In fact, the status of his parents hardly meant anything to him at all. His adoptive mother was the only family he knew, and that was fine by him. She owned a clothing store, often making her own products to sell, and Castle, being the only help she had, ended up working there a lot. They made a fair income, especially when there was a great influx of people from other worlds during the times when darkness threatened. However, his mother taught him that this was really not a good thing. Like anyone else who dwells in the light, he learned to be wary of darkness.
Typical of the Traverse Town natives, Castle grew accustomed to meeting people from other worlds. It became his primary source of entertainment, and he fed on the strange stories they had to tell, when they were willing to talk about them. He already had strong social confidence from working in a store, and so he was able to approach just about anyone without fear.
Unfortunately, some of his social experience went sour as he got older. Given his small size, the fact that he worked in the clothing business, and the fact that he did so with his mother, he was the target of a lot of bullying from other boys. Many of these encounters escalated into physical violence. He quickly learned how to fight back and “prove them wrong” about his masculinity, developing keen fighting skills through lots of experience in getting into fights. However, he was also deeply embittered and came to identify males as enemies, and eventually he turned the tables by starting violent encounters himself. On the flip side, he also strove to defend those who were the victims of others, as he had once been.
Whenever he wasn’t working, socializing or getting into skirmishes, Castle spent his time with another hobby. With the glass paopu fruit as the starting point, he began to collect glass figurines, buying them from shops or receiving them as gifts from his mother on holidays. Though that spurred a bit more teasing, he “brushed it off” easily. If anyone had a problem with it, they meant nothing to him.
As he grew older, Castle came to feel restless in his small world. The stories of other-worlders weren’t enough anymore. Rather than sate his curiosity, they began to fuel it. He didn’t just want to hear about other worlds. He wanted to see them, to experience them for himself. In other words, he was getting bored. Bored, and trapped. No amount of street skirmishes could change that. In fact, his violent tendencies were getting worse.
His mother noticed the change in him. Though she tried to repress it, she knew that he was getting into more and more trouble. Her son was hurting people. The damage he dealt was never anything crippling or overly vicious, he pulled his punches, but that didn’t make it less of a problem. And really, she had seen it coming. Castle was a young man now, and young men were not often content to remain in one place forever. Maybe if he could leave their small world, he would lose the need for such violence.
