Post by Basyli Challotte on Sept 11, 2009 1:50:15 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Charlie
CONTACT: TheInvisibleTrousers@live.com as email and MSN.
GENDER: Male
AGE: Nineteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Since before I was old enough to be roleplaying.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Ievantes.
HOW YOU FOUND US: The directory.
Basyli Rian Challotte
NAME: Charlie
CONTACT: TheInvisibleTrousers@live.com as email and MSN.
GENDER: Male
AGE: Nineteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Since before I was old enough to be roleplaying.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Ievantes.
HOW YOU FOUND US: The directory.
Basyli Rian Challotte
character basics
NICKNAMES: He doesn’t mind if people call him Basil or Rian, if Basyli is too foreign for them. Also, because he’s got a Ph.D (and is working on his second) he’s a “Dr., “ rather than a “Mr--” though honestly, any honorific at all is too pretentious for Basyli.
AGE: Twenty Seven.
GROUP: Staff
BIRTHDAY: December 7th.
OCCUPATION Instructor of Anthropology and World Classics.
GENDER: Male.
PLAY-BY: who is your character's face? Don't forget to post in face claim tooappearance
The first thing anybody would think when they saw Basyli is that he seems very intelligent. He’s got the deep, brown eyes and the perpetually thought-stricken expression, and a naturally gaunt facial structure that, paired with his quiet mannerisms, seems to exude wisdom. He is quite finely built - tall and willowy, with slim shoulders and almost femininely narrow waist. The thin, fluid nature of his body is in direct contrast to his thick umber mane, comprised of an unruly mixture curls and waves, which, though layered for manageability, at its longest falls down to his waist. This is tied back almost all the times, however, in an attempt to keep it out of his way- sadly, its layering is such that the bits nearest his face escape within moments anyways.
Basyli tries to dress modestly. The unfortunate fact of the matter is, though, that he’s just to eclectic for it. He wears a barely typical base- a barely-ruffled button down shirt under a discreetly-patterned (hound’s-tooth, neutral plaids and weaves- perhaps a very dark floral) jacket, with closely-fitted, high waisted and flared trousers, never in very loud colours. Then very weird things start happening. His hair will end up wrapped in dyed buffalo hide, as his Sioux friends taught him. He’ll wear a bone necklace gifted to him by an Dogon elder, and the bronze bangles of a Hindu dancer, and his maiko friend’s precious kanzashi. He won’t realize what a beatnik he seems to be, either, in fact, if you point it out, his immediate reaction will be to act very sorry and remove the offending relics, thinking that he must seem very tawdry indeed.personality
Basyli is a man torn between his modest, unassuming nature, and his almost unfortunate level of concern for the world around him. He has always been a rather empathetic soul- the sort who could know how you were feeling even before he saw you, and whether he wants to or not, he always sympathizes. He can’t help caring about other people. It seems like he’s always there when you need him, armed with a warm kettle of tea and an equally warm hug, and a profound interest in whatever it is that you’ve got to say. He’s also perceptive enough, and his experiences broad enough that he usually knows precisely what to say back.
He’s quiet though. For a man who, by all apparent evidence, has been everywhere and done everything, and who most definitely would have a million fascinating (and to his class, very relevant) stories to tell, Basyli shares very little of his own personal experiences. It isn’t that he’s incapable – after all, he’s spent his entire life flinging himself into groups of strangers with cultures entirely different from his own, giving talks in front of large audiences and generally putting himself into situations that require social confidence – but rather, because as long as the world is doing well without him, he feels no need to interfere, and perhaps, also, because he isn’t certain that he’d know what to do if anybody ever got to know him very well. After all, with his years of travelling, he never did have such a thing as lasting friendships. The idea of being stuck with the same people for more than a few months, as he is now, is still very new to him.
Basyli, though always willing to debate from an academic standpoint, is ridiculously nonconfontational, and though he wouldn’t allow himself to act in a passive aggressive manner, the fact that he would never openly express any personal issue of his means that he’s likely to let a minor indiscretion snowball into a seething resentment before anybody ever figures out he has a problem. He wasn’t always like this- rather, it’s a trait acquired through his years as a social researcher.
Aside from his rather overbearing desire to gain and share academic knowledge, Basyli is also very much in love with the arts of fencing, piano, and horseback riding. He had been tossed head-first towards all of these just as soon as he had the necessary motor skills, and he’s never at any time felt a desire to quit. As with most individuals who have been practicing a skill for twenty or more years, Basyli has become quite good at these arts, and is always willing to offer instruction to those interested in learning. He has in addition to this, an interest (though not a great deal of skill) in practically every form of art and cultural practice known to man, and has experimented with as many as he could possibly manage during his travels.
As an instructor, Basyli is incredibly kind, compassionate, and helpful, always sensitive to his students needs and, despite being quite busy pursuing both an academic and a professional career, always prepared to exert and amount of time and effort towards his students (and coworkers’) wellbeing. He is always quite gentle, and in between his profound passion for both learning and anthropology, and his curiously-sharp sense for what does and doesn’t make his students happy, he tends to make his classes, though quite rigorous, very welcoming and amusing to most. However, though he is always supportive of students acting at ease in his classroom, Basyli has a very, very low tolerance for asshattery. Students caught treating his classes as their own personal play sessions (and, for the record, students doing this <I>will</i> be caught, within seconds after they begin) will quickly find themselves excused from class for the day at best, and for the rest of their lives at worst, with little to no sympathy regarding missed coursework and exams.family & history
FATHER: Henry Challotte, Deceased
MOTHER: Inna Valeschovic, Retired, Aged 62
SIBLINGS: Loren (Elder Sister, Fencing Instructor, Aged 29), Revelin (Younger Brother, Photographer, Aged 26)
OTHER FAMILY: None of any particular importance.
HISTORY:
Basyli was born the second of three children in a quaint Hampshire countryside, to some reasonably well-to-do, but not quite sopping-rich parents by the names of Henry (‘Harry’) and Inna Challotte. The latter was a hard-working housewife and a doting mother, the former a quite renowned (in the field, anyways) sociologist in the midst of a worldwide study of social attitudes and their cohesive values. Because of this, Henry was rarely in the country, but he was often sending home trinkets and, whenever possible, shipping his family out to see him. This, as one could very well imagine, did a lot to instil within Basyli a profound fascination for world abroad. At that age, it seemed, he was always seeing just enough of these infinitely strange and exciting new cultures to leave him starving for more.
But he was a curious boy in general. He was rather intelligent to begin with, and he had his father’s gene for incessant –nearly obsessive- learning, which he exercised in almost every area of his life, including, to his mother’s profound relief, in his schoolwork. This put him more than a bit ahead of others in classes, though his mother (who was much cleverer than anybody ever gave her credit for) made a point of keeping him well-occupied with hobbies (piano, horseback riding, and fencing, respectively), ensuring that Basyli never had time to become too far separated from his peers.
Still, the boy managed to produce an admirable academic record in his early years, so that it was not entirely shocking (though still somewhat unexpected) when he received an invitation to attend the Somnium Academy. This he did, at the rather forceful urging of his parents, and at first, it seemed to everybody involved that the decision had been an excellent one. However, following the first year (which had, indeed, been a very happy one), Basyli’s family as well as the Somnium staff began to notice signs of emotional disturbance in the (historically quite sound, mentally, if only more empathetic than most) boy. Although no source was ever found for these changes (or at least none that Basyli, usually quite an honest child, was willing to share) it was decided, by the end of Basyli’s first year, that a change of environment was worth a shot.
And ‘change of environment’ did Basyli ever get- the years following his mysterious experience at Somnium he spent travelling the world with his father, the constant immersion in new and fascinating worlds doing well to take Basyli’s mind off whatever had happened before. Indeed, he enjoyed it so well that, even once his AS education was completed, he continued to travel and study other cultures. This he accomplished through a series of study-abroad programs, consisting of courses in Spain, Poland, India, Japan and Israel, in that order, earning degrees in Anthropology and Linguistics. He achieved his first Ph.D (in historical cultural studies) in a similar manner, doing most of his work based on frequent tours about the world.
He had only just come off that recently, deciding with the completion of his dissertation, and the beginning of his second (also in historical cultural studies) that the best thing to do would be to quit travelling for a while, and for once in his life belong to a community, rather than simply be in one- though, professionally, his reasoning was that he needed a more stable environment to mull over and share the past decade’s findings. He obtained a full-time career in the teaching field, then (though this is not, by any means, his first experience teaching - he has had numerous internships and assistant teaching jobs and has given countless classes and seminars as a post-graduate student, he has volunteered his time educating the young in practically every country that he has been in) Specifically, Basyli entered Somnium’s teaching field, citing both personal and academic unfinished business, as well as a lingering affection for the Somnium lifestyle, as his purpose for choosing to return to his old place of study.dream form
A sidhe, by the name of Vasilis. A slim, beautiful young man, with the delicate yet dramatic features of a fairy, and a vast spread of shimmering, rainbow-coloured wing behind him. He comes covered in what would have to be fine clothing even for a sidhe; elegantly fitted, draped and pleated iridescent sheers, and a truly excessive amount of infinitely-delicate jewelry. His massive wave of dark, iridescent hair is swept up with diamonds and silver chains, and braided full of tiny flowers. His pockets are never devoid of fairy gold, and he comes armed with a flute and a small glass bottle, which, in the way of fairies, is never dry of smooth, sweet wine, and a silken wallet of assorted forms of “fairy dust”, the uses of which may vary greatly.
All of this is excess. Why excess for modest, selfless little Basyli? If he could answer questions like that, then he would probably have a different dream form.
As a first-year student, his dream form was a stag. During his second year, he became a minstrel.
OOC – This profile needs some polish, as you can see, but the information itself is as is. I may update this profile to read more smoothly if I ever feel particularly eloquent.
