Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 14:30:10 GMT -5
Who am I? Just a conscience!
Introduce yourself
Hey, howdy, hey! The name's CLAUDZ, and I wished upon a star from OLD TIMES. My other imaginary friends include NONE. JOHN ROLFE and I are so very eager to join the Worlds of Disney circle of life!
Character basics
Character name: John Rolfe
Age: 30
Species: Human
Birthplace: Heacham, United Kingdom
Movie: Pocahontas II
Custom title: The Diplomat
Why'd you pick this character? Because I love this character, even if he is often hated.
Character appearance (try to get at least 2 or 3 sentences for each section)
Hair description: His auburn hair stops just at his shoulders, often swept up in a ponytail to seem presentable. It is surprisingly light-weight, yet voluminous and full.
Facial description/mood/expressions:
Angular, strong chin, and flesh like the moon. His cheek bones are high, supporting just above them eyes of forest green, and eyebrows that are just as full as the hair on his head. He normally holds a neutral expression, but is capable of a kinder look. When angry, lines form barely upon his face as he proceeds to flail.
Clothing style: Sprightly, red, and amber at times. He seems to like brighter colors, even white as seen at the very end. He often wears long-sleeved clothing with puffs at the top at times.
Body build: Strong, similar to that on John Smith's, with athletic attributes. Pale, smooth, and dressed in nothing but the finest; makes it very clear he is not particularly suited for mountain climbing.
Any unique traits (optional): YOUR TEXT HERE
Original character analysis (In your own words and please be thorough)
Personality:
"Because, like it or not, you are the envoy and I am honour-bound to protect
you. And honour, Pocahontas, is the backbone of our civilization."
Throughout the film his looks have remained static; the same cannot be said for his clothing. He went from a flamboyant casual to a high-standing sort of glamorous, perhaps not as extremely embellished as John Ratcliffe, but it was enough to show his rank in society. Just one glance would make anyone assume he is an overweening aristocrat, but there is more than meets the eye. John is a virtuoso man of honor, steadfast companion, and unflinching combatant. He is bound by a personal code that would make George Washington's Rules of Civility blush, and while he is comme il faut, the princely, proper fellow is not just a walking rule book with uppity roots. He can be resourceful and wriggle, even theatrically act, his way out of a troublesome knot or two.
Silver-tongued when it benefits himself and his allies, never for himself alone, he knows how to really guide a conversation if it pertains to his own culture and interests; but when in unfamiliar territory he will fumble gracelessly and make silly mistakes. He'll try desperately to correct his goof up, but always ends up making things worse for himself.
History:
Keeping his initial ambitions in mind, the young man had a strange fondness for the smell Spanish tobacco, and experimented with it by planting a miniature crop of his own. A curious beginning for King James' finest Diplomat, but it all began with a business that eventually gained the youth much needed connections in order to grow and go up in the world. His unique brand was cheap but brought him additional wealth he didn't necessarily need, and as his industry expanded he had others run it for him while he interned with his father the responsibilities of a diplomat. His popularity was ever-rising but so was the stress of maintaining the trade and serving alongside his father, making his lessons of long ago seem like child's play now. He traveled with his father, occasionally, and kept quiet during such meetings, for fear of revealing his inexperience but he proved to be a natural when tried by his father's less amiable allies, always very respectful but effective in his responses.
His father, feeling he was responsible enough to carry out his tasks, informed him that he would take over for the time being. His parents were to go on a little vacation by ship and enjoy a month to themselves while young John Rolfe would briefly take on his role in society and work closely with King James, almost serving as an advisor of sorts from time to time. Unfortunately, a month turned into years, leaving him to assume that they were as good as dead. During their absence, the boy was well into the circle of the upper classes and carrying on his status with great prosperity, unaware that great things were to come and that his humdrum world would turn upside down.
Ambitions:
Peace and accepting diversity.
Strengths & abilities:
Pretty fighting style, able to be open-minded if taught by a patient individual, and can command a crowd.
Flaws:
Whatever happened to manners and etiquette? I was trying to help. Women!"
While his social connections and public influence as a diplomat can almost seem like a sort of power in itself, when it comes to sword-fighting he really isn't all that spectacular, and that's because he's unwilling to stray from what is fair in combat, even when his foes play dirty and that alone will usually get him in a bind, which is why John Smith had to grab a wooden plank and push all his opponents off the stairs they were battling on in one hit. In other words, he is capable of sparring and using his reputation when it suits a nasty situation, but isn't able to do the dishonorable thing, like throw dirt in someone's eye.
He is allergic to disorderliness, can't handle a hair out of place or tolerate anything that strays from what should be done. The state of his room is simple but impeccable, everything is as where it should be, and while that all seems more of a benefit than a disadvantage – it can make him quite a bore to be around and atrociously predictable, implying that he isn't very spontaneous or adventurous, never breaking his yawn-inducing routines. He doesn't liven things up or cause a riot and he sees that as a good thing. To others, it can make him seem like a total stick in the mud and a bland little thing.
Oh, boy, the quickest way to toss his good composure out the window is to march around in pretty underwear or in anything too revealing. He will automatically get flustered and try to obscure his vision with a hand and possibly fumble over himself like a complete idiot, showing that his concentration is instantly quashed when scantily-clad women pass him by. It's such a taboo and forbidden sort of thing to him, you see. I consider this a comical weakness of his. Now, I'm not saying he's a pervert, but it can be distracting to be around something you've been told to never lay your eyes on unless married. Such feminine assets can throw him off his game. He will blush like a little schoolgirl and inwardly berate himself further for even daring a glance.
He is capable of sparring and using his reputation in the face of consternation, but isn't able to do the dishonorable thing, like throw dirt in someone's eye. Having a code always shows a good sense of character, but it can also be one's greatest foil. He plays by the rules, sort of like a child who won't sneak a peek while counting in a game of Hide and Seek because it's the wrong thing to do, and that puts him in a bad position when fighting an aggressive opponent who isn't particularly fond of playing fair. He would rather die honorably than grab a massive wooden plank, as John Smith cleverly executed with an unsettling sort of gaiety, and jostle the enemies off in one unheralded swoop. The guy was outnumbered and yet he fought on with just his sword.
He likes to assume he understands what he truly doesn't. For example, instead of verifying if Pocahontas really was the name of the chief, he believed his suppositions couldn't have been wrong at all and asked for the presence of 'Chief Pocahontas' so he could offer the horse as a gift. When he saw it was the daughter of the actual chief taking the horse, he made it known to them that he meant it to be for the fellow in charge. As Chief Powhatan looked deeply offended, he quickly corrected himself and allowed Pocahontas to have the horse. He acknowledged his own foolishness by telling himself rather sarcastically: “Good job, Rolfe.” Also, notice how most everyone in the movie dislikes him at first? He doesn't make very good first impressions.
He refuses to adopt the idea that authority figures are capable of being in the wrong. When Pocahontas firmly requested that King James be informed of Ratcliffe's lies, John Rolfe was dumbstricken with her claim and sided with him very briefly. Then Pocahontas claimed that perhaps the King was untruthful instead, and that confused him further. He quickly added that the whole thing was clearly a misunderstanding and that he'd look into it.
Likes:
Good manners, rightful justice, wisdom and authority.
Dislikes:
Corrupt society, savage means of obtaining a goal, and offending other cultures.
Fears:
Losing Pocahontas, the destruction his world could bring to other beautiful civilizations, and losing control of a situation.
Anything to add?:
YOUR TEXT HERE
RP SAMPLE:
"You don't know?" a voice called out, excitedly, into the open as he jumped a little from the shock. Unable to see, Rolfe couldn't form any other expression that didn't seem so, well, bland, and simply scratched the back of his head in wonder. He tried to remove the rag over his eyes, but felt it slipping from his grasp as he slowly opened his bright eyes. Blinking several times from the sun's playful rays kissing his face, he squinted and momentarily had to adjust to the setting before he could properly see what his mother-figure presented with such pride. “Why, Johnny,” Jenkins, ever the happiest and only woman in his life, exclaimed jubilantly, “it's your birthday! I've even put on some tea to wash the cake down with. Your favorite, my dear. Oh, if only your parents could see the man you've become.”
John's eyes widened gradually, revealing a cheesy yet embarrassed sort of smile, and pulled his tiny nanny in for a tight bear hug. “I believe your presence is enough to fill the void in my heart,” the scholarly diplomat began in the kindest voice and inwardly melted to the floor, like vanilla pudding, when he thought back to the effort she must have put in to make this all happen for him. The endearing gesture on her part had soothed the emotional maelstrom in his soul and caused his normally broad shoulders to slacken and his overall frame to sink rather deeply into the chair she pushed him right into after the agelong, sincere embrace came to a gradual end, which inspired him to remedy his extremely poor posture with an almost silent 'Excuse me,' and sat upright to set an example of his more mannerly ways. “And the cake looks absolutely exquisite. You have truly outdone yourself this time. You mustn’t spoil me so much.” After he said this, Jenkins was clearly misty-eyed and genuinely touched by his heartfelt words of familial affection, and that was enough to spark another remark from him.
“Ah, but to think I'm thirty now. Mm, this is fantastic. Just wonderful.” He sighed, closing his eyes, reflecting on the past with a grim sort of smile on his face. “Time does wait for no one, am I right? Now, onto that tea . . .”