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Bartholomew A.I.T.N.M Tacitus


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#1 Borborygmus

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Posted 25 November 2011 - 02:19 AM

Bartholomew Archibald Isidore Theophilus Nugent Maximilian Tacitus
Noble



Player Information
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Character Information
Name: Bartholomew Archibald Isidore Theophilus Nugent Maximilian Tacitus
Type: Noble
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Tutor
Relationship Status: Single

Powers:
-Type: Misting
-Metal(s) Used: Tin
-Degree of Skill: Novice/Intermediate (Barty only uses tin to assist his visualization of minute details, and to scan the night sky)
-Status: Known

Appearance: Barty has a pointed face with a ready, open smile, light grey-green eyes, and a profuse crop of fox-red hair. He tends to chew the nibs of his pens, which often leaves him with iron gall ink-smears on his mouth, and he smells like camphor oil most of the time. Standing at about 5’8’’, he is not especially tall, and he is rather lanky. Most of his exercise comes from walking about to where he needs to go, instead of any healthy or regular sort of plan, so he is not very muscular.

Special Skills: Entomology, sketching, mathematics, taxonomy, astronomy, history, etc. – is in general highly educated
Strengths: Positive attitude, intelligent, open-hearted
Weaknesses: Absent-minded, impractical, easily duped

Personality: Barty is friendly and unfailingly good-natured, with an optimistic view of the world and the people in it. He manages to block out the ugly, and looks for whatever is beautiful in everything around him. When forced to open his eyes and confront something unpleasant, he will move past it to the best of his ability and put it behind him. He tries hard not to give offense, and usually completely misses it if anyone insults him. Barty is eager to share his passion for knowledge with others, and is a little oblivious to class restrictions at times. He has taught his skaa assistant Nell how to read, and introduced her to the worlds that can be reached through the library. It never even occurred to him that giving her an education would be illegal.

Barty has a special love for the smallest things and the things that are farthest away, looking with tin and his dissecting-lens for details that are too small to be seen with the eye alone. Where someone else sees a fly as a buzzing nuisance, Barty sees the iridescent blue-green shimmer of the carapace and the delicate pattern of veins on the translucent wings. It is not quite true that Barty wouldn’t hurt a fly. He is so soft-hearted, however, that he can’t bear to pin an insect and watch it struggle for his collection. Instead, he will use a drop or two of liquid camphor to kill it rapidly in a matter of seconds. Walking into his room in the Tacitus home is not an exercise for the faint-of-heart or squeamish; he has insects, reptiles, small mammals, and birds everywhere, both dead and preserved in collections, and rustling alive in glass cages.

He is sometimes terribly absent-minded, forgetting as often as not that he has to eat or comb his hair, and failing to notice the passage of time whenever he is interested by something. Barty has difficulty keeping appointments as a result, and requires Nell’s assistance in remembering whenever he needs to be someplace. He’ll stay up until the wee hours of the morning poring over a book, and then fall asleep with his nose in the page and have to be woken in order to go to bed.

Barty tends to fall in love, or what he thinks is love, very easily; he is always conceiving a passion for some young noblewoman or other. She usually doesn’t even know he exists, or doesn’t bother to notice him, and Barty worships from a distance.

History: Bartholomew Archibald Isidore Theophilus Nugent Maximilian Tacitus was a subject of serious controversy when he was born. His godfather, three of his uncles, and both of his grandfathers all thought that the boy ought to be named after themselves. When the argument stretched out interminably, and could not be settled, and was furthermore starting to cause serious tension, his parents finally decided to name the child after all of them at once.

He was the first son in the family, though he had multiple older sisters and innumerable cousins. He grew up in a thriving atmosphere and a great deal of love, although there was rarely much money – Tacitus was not a wealthy house, and all those children were a significant drain on their finances. All the same, he never felt deprived or lonely. He was not Snapped by his House, nor were any of his sisters; their parents were not much worried about Allomancy in the family business. Most of the members of House Tacitus were scholars, several of them engineers working for various other Houses or studying in the Steel Ministry. He received an excellent education and was instilled with a curiosity about the world almost from day one.

Bartholomew first fell in love when he was eight. "Leila," he proclaimed ardently to the young noblewoman who was the target of this early passion, "I love you. We're going to be married." The results were not promising. He was utterly crushed by the amusement in her eyes as she patted him gently and smiled at him. "You're a silly boy, Bartholomew," she said. "Everyone knows I am going to marry a High Lord."

And so the pattern was set. As he grew up, he continued to throw his heart at the feet of a succession of young ladies, none of whom were much interested in the offering. After each one, he was heartbroken for a day or two, sometimes moped for as much as a week, and then recovered; none of them had really left that deep of an impression on his heart, although he was convinced that each one was his true love.

He was Snapped purely by accident when he was about ten; there had been an outbreak of scarlet fever among the noble children in his district of Luthadel. Barty and his sisters all came down with the disease, and Barty had a particularly bad case, the disease going septic. He lay hovering between life and death for days, and somewhere in that time he Snapped. No one was aware of it for a while, as Tacitus had no Seekers, but when Barty had recovered and began to talk about the odd new feeling he had every now and then, his mother guessed what might have happened and took him to be tested. They discovered that Barty could burn tin.

He needed an Allomantic teacher, but there were no other Tineyes in House Tacitus, either. It was decided to send him to study under a good friend of the family. House Tacitus and House Pirelle had always been closely allied, and so Barty began seeing Lord Jeremiah Pirelle for lessons in tin and astronomy. He loved the lessons, and his teacher. Jeremiah was intelligent, and kind, and seemed to Barty to be downright omniscient, and he was opening new doors for Barty. Not just to the heavens, but to all the little things that he had always found so fascinating. He could burn tin and see them with perfect clarity – and with the addition of the dissecting-lens that Jeremiah gave him as a gift for his twelfth birthday, even smaller things were visible. He liked astronomy as well, but entomology was his real passion.

There was a strange, alien, and fascinating world around them that most people weren’t aware of at all. They just didn’t see what was crawling beneath their feet or dancing in the air all about them – or if they saw, they only saw an annoyance. But Barty saw beauty in the insects, from the aerial maneuvers of a dragonfly hunting above the canal, to the colours hidden in common flies and beetles that matched any of the silks or jewels that nobles wore. Ants built cities and whole civilizations, and waged war on a miniature scale. Spiders crafted elaborate lacy webs to hunt smaller creatures. The dull-looking caterpillars that plagued gardens would spin cocoons and emerge as whisper-winged moths. Even Jeremiah never quite saw it the same way he did.

When he was old enough at sixteen, however, he had to begin working. The family could not afford for him to simply live at home and spend all his time studying, not with all his sisters needing to find marriages, which meant they needed dowries. Bartholomew found occupation easily enough, working as a personal tutor to the sons and daughters of various other Houses in the city. This allowed him to continue to pursue his own interests alongside it, as well, and he loved teaching. Not all of his students seemed to care as much as he did, which could get disappointing, but he never tired of it all the same. There were always a few for whom he could really open a new door, and that was the most wonderful thing of all.

However, the business aspect of things was a little more challenging for him. Barty was disorganized, and too often showed up late for appointments with his pupils. Once again it was his mother’s suggestion that he find an assistant who could help him keep his life in order. She spoke with Lord Jeremiah, who had the perfect solution. One of his skaa was particularly capable, so he said; and so a transfer of the girl’s lease was arranged. Barty never even noticed the oddity in the paperwork, never thought to look at it closely.

The day came for him to find the skaa girl at the market. It took him a while to figure out where she was; he had expected to meet Lord Jeremiah there, but he was nowhere to be seen, and there was only a thin slip of a girl there by herself, paperwork in hand. He took her home with him and only later did he find out that Jeremiah Pirelle had died the night before in a terrible fall. Barty was shocked at this brush with death; nobody important to him had ever died before, and his teacher had come to be a role model and almost a hero. He tried to push grief away from himself, losing himself in his studies and becoming even more absent-minded than ever.

Nell, the new addition to the household was hard to deal with as well, at first. He didn’t really know what to ask her to do, or how to talk to her; Barty hadn’t had many dealings with skaa in his life. The Tacitus family had a couple of housemaids, but that was all, and Barty did not have much to do with them.

That changed, however, when he found her one day in the small library of the house. She had picked up Lantry’s Infinite Spheres, and all at once Barty realized that she might have been skaa, but she wasn’t some sort of bizarre alien. He could talk to her just like anyone else. Only, she seemed afraid of him. Why would anyone be afraid of him? He pressed her a little for information, trying to figure out what was wrong…

…and then he discovered that she couldn’t read. She had only been pretending.

Barty was horrified. He couldn’t imagine not being able to read. Books held the keys to open the world, and a life without that seemed dark, terrible, and frightening. It was clear to him what had to be done. There was no other choice; she had to learn how. And so he taught her, from the very start, beginning with the alphabet and gradually moving forwards; every time he came home from his appointments he would sit down with Nell. She loved it, and Barty loved seeing her learn like a sponge, watching her triumph with each lesson.

He soon forgot the differences between them, and came to regard Nell as a friend and confidante. His sisters were all marrying away, and they busied themselves with other things anyways; Nell was always there for him through all the comings and goings. She helped him keep his life on track, made sure he didn’t forget things, and she listened every time something was wrong. He could trust her with anything, anything at all; she never laughed at him when he told her the fears and hopes and heartbreaks he had. He could tell her about the stars, and although she couldn’t see them through the mists, he could see her eyes light up with imagination. She became an integral part of the pattern of his life.

Roleplay Sample

...er...pending?

Edited by Bartholomew A.I.T.N.M Tacitus, 25 November 2011 - 02:37 AM.

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#2 KChan

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Lord Prelan

Posted 29 November 2011 - 10:36 PM

He's adorable. <3 And Accepted, pending an RP sample!

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