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preuxchevalier) wrote2013-08-12 08:11 am
preuxchevalier) wrote2013-08-12 08:11 am
Entry tags:
The Station App
Character Info:
Full Name: Bertram Wilberforce Wooster
Called By: Bertie
Age: 25
Canon: Jeeves and Wooster/The Jeeves stories by P.G. Wodehouse
History: Wiki Link
Bertie is a gentleman from the idyllic ‘Genteel Interbellum Setting’ that takes place sometime after WWI and before WWII... a world where the Roaring 20’s never ended. He’s one of the ‘idle rich’ and has lived as such his whole life. He was orphaned at a young age and grew up with nannies and boarding schools and aunts in great country manors. He was taught to play the piano and sing as part of his lessons. As a child at Eton, he and the other boys were known to get up to mad antics with Bertie often taking the punishment for the crimes when they were caught as part of his calling as a ‘preux chevalier,’ a gallant knight, who never lets his friends down when they're in a tight spot.
The only sibling he’s said to have is a sister (a Mrs. Scholfield after marriage). She and her husband have three daughters, though they are never named. At one point, Bertie considered asking his sister to come live with him, but a comic series of missteps had him realize that he can’t abide children, least of all little girls, and that plan was laid to rest. Given the inconsistencies within the canon itself (Bertie claims that he has no siblings in one story, while in the one mentioned above she’s a plot point), I headcanon that Bertie and his sister aren’t terribly close as Mrs. Scholfield’s husband, Captain Scholfield, is stationed in India and the rest of the family resides there with him.
Bertie has lived in London for all of his adult life in a well-appointed flat. He’s known to pull childish stunts with his friends at the Drones Club (a gentleman’s club) such as pinching policemen’s helmets and singing loudly and drunkenly on boat race night.
Some five years ago, Bertie sacked his valet, Meadowes, for stealing his silk socks. The agency sent round Reginald Jeeves to replace him and Jeeves became a fixture in Bertie’s household and life. Over the course of their acquaintance, Jeeves has helped to extricate Bertie from unwanted matrimonial alliances, assisted him in carrying out the dubious schemes of his relatives and friends, and generally fished him out of whatever soup he’s found himself in.
Bertie has become reliant on Jeeves for a great many things and considers him more than just a valet. He has said on numerous occasions that he would be quite content to live out the merry bachelor’s life with Jeeves for the rest of their days. I will be taking Bertie from the point in canon that is represented by the last adapted-to-television story. In this, Bertie and Jeeves helped to ensure one of his ex-fiancees, Madeline Bassett, was married off to another man for good. There was rather a lot of trouble with some plumbing, though, and Bertie and Jeeves were forced to flee the ceremony and the country thereafter for a holiday on the Continent to let everyone cool down for a bit.
Personality:
Generous, gullible, simple, enthusiastic, and honorable to a fault. Bertie Wooster fancies himself the embodiment of the proper English gent of his age. He has a bad habit of allowing his good nature and gift for cross-signals to draw him into unintended engagements and unwanted tasks such as stealing silver for his Aunt Dahlia and financing poorly thought out schemes from his friends like Tuppy. He lives by the Code of the Woosters, though, which demands that he keep calm and carry on in the face of any adversity... unless the other party calls it quits.
Given his nature, Bertie has the singular ability to make a bad situation ten times worse by helping. He often thinks that he can sort things out and ends up saying or doing something that makes it all go to pieces. Most notably might be when he was trying to help his friend Gussie loosen up so that Gussie might propose to his paramour. Bertie slipped alcohol into Gussie’s usual orange juice without realizing that Gussie had already gotten a snootful. Gussie ended up completely sloshed and ranting about Bertie in front of a crowd of people he was meant to be giving a speech to at a boy’s preparatory school.
While Bertie can take a lot of verbal abuse, he does have rare bouts of spine that make it clear he was raised by several extremely proud and intimidating aunts. He’s also been known to get snarky when he’s really peeved and can quip with the best of them. After helping the police apprehend two con artist jewel thieves and retrieving his Aunt Agatha’s pearls from their clutches, Bertie stood up to her on the matter of her forcing engagements upon him. Agatha had originally fallen for the con and tried to set up the female jewel thief with Bertie. He shushed his aunt when she was trying to shout him down about who the thief was (Agatha had decided it was one of the staff at her hotel), handed back her stolen necklace, and told her that her choice of companions might have led to thieving grandnieces and grandnephews for her, and he wants nothing whatsoever to do with that. It left her speechless for one of the few times in her and Bertie’s lives.
Powers: Bertie is an unusually resilient man. He’s been struck by lightning, literally punched across a room, and fallen off of a building, and come away none the worse for wear. Apart from the ability to take a pretty hefty beating and cause no small amount of trouble for other people and himself, though, he’s just your average 20-something Johnnie.
Special Skills: Bertie’s abilities lie in the realm of leisure activities. He can play the piano, sing, and dance with a good amount of skill, his darts playing is top-notch, and if you’re looking for someone to play a round of golf or a game of cricket with, he’s your man.
Anything else?: Not that I can think of!
Writing Samples:
Action Tag Sample:
Hullo? Ah, is this some sort of radio?
[Bertie's fairishly certain it's a radio, if one of the more bizarre ones he's happened across.]
What do those lads say in all the films? Oh! Mayday! Mayday? Bit odd to shout out for a distress signal, isn't it? I mean, May's a perfectly decent sort of month. I'd really go in for 'Augustday.' Have you ever been down to Hyde Park in August? It's beastly hot.
[There's a rustle of something, and Bertie goes quiet. Right. He's meant to be calling for help. His voice is a whisper when he speaks again.]
Well, all that to one side, I seem to have found myself in a spot of bother. I think someone's kidnapped me away to some sort of jungle. Decent sort to leave a chap a radio, what? As decent as kidnappers get, you know? I don't suppose there's anyone else out in the jungle looking for a chum? Happy to pay for the help!
Third Person Prose Sample:
"I wouldn't go in there, Bertie!" Gussie said, eyes fairly bulging out of his head as Bertie placed a hand on his bedroom door.
Bertie half-turned to give the other man a skeptical glance. "Gussie, you've invaded my flat, tromped mud across the floors, and you have the nerve to tell me I shouldn't go into my own room to grab my cigarettes? Really, man, you've got to get a little perspective. That's just not on in the slightest!"
He turned the handle before Jeeves chimed in.
"Sir, it may be wise to-"
"Oh, dash it, I'll only be a moment!" So saying, Bertie flung open the door and stomped inside to his nightstand. He had a mind to give the pair of them a proper... Whatever he was going to give them, the thought vanished as a large, greenish creature lacking in the requisite amount of legs to be anything apart from a snake rose up from the bedspread. Its coils were thicker than his arm, and Bertie had the sneaking suspicion it could probably swallow him whole. Leaving off the gaspers, he retreated with calm steps, closing the door with a click.
"Gussie," he began, tone even, "why is there a boa constrictor on my bed?"
"Annie's not a boa constrictor, Bertie," Gussie retorted, adjusting his round spectacles and making Bertie consider the very real possibility of snapping the blasted things in two. "She's an anaconda."
"Gussie, why is Annie the Anaconda in my room? I merely ask."
"Well, we couldn't put her in the kitchen."
"Oh, of course not!" Bertie replied, tone as crisp as autumn leaves. "Anacondas in kitchens? That way lies pure madness!"
"Sir, if I may?" Jeeves interjected. "Perhaps an explanation is in order."
"Perhaps."
"Annie's for Emerald!" Gussie put in.
"Oh, good Lord." The fight went out of Bertie, and he sagged against the wall. "Gussie, what in god's name would possess you to get your wife a snake?"
"Well... she doesn't like newts anymore."
"Jeeves, I need whiskey. A lot of it."
"Certainly, sir." He was already pouring it. Bertie suspected it was going to be a very long afternoon.
Full Name: Bertram Wilberforce Wooster
Called By: Bertie
Age: 25
Canon: Jeeves and Wooster/The Jeeves stories by P.G. Wodehouse
History: Wiki Link
Bertie is a gentleman from the idyllic ‘Genteel Interbellum Setting’ that takes place sometime after WWI and before WWII... a world where the Roaring 20’s never ended. He’s one of the ‘idle rich’ and has lived as such his whole life. He was orphaned at a young age and grew up with nannies and boarding schools and aunts in great country manors. He was taught to play the piano and sing as part of his lessons. As a child at Eton, he and the other boys were known to get up to mad antics with Bertie often taking the punishment for the crimes when they were caught as part of his calling as a ‘preux chevalier,’ a gallant knight, who never lets his friends down when they're in a tight spot.
The only sibling he’s said to have is a sister (a Mrs. Scholfield after marriage). She and her husband have three daughters, though they are never named. At one point, Bertie considered asking his sister to come live with him, but a comic series of missteps had him realize that he can’t abide children, least of all little girls, and that plan was laid to rest. Given the inconsistencies within the canon itself (Bertie claims that he has no siblings in one story, while in the one mentioned above she’s a plot point), I headcanon that Bertie and his sister aren’t terribly close as Mrs. Scholfield’s husband, Captain Scholfield, is stationed in India and the rest of the family resides there with him.
Bertie has lived in London for all of his adult life in a well-appointed flat. He’s known to pull childish stunts with his friends at the Drones Club (a gentleman’s club) such as pinching policemen’s helmets and singing loudly and drunkenly on boat race night.
Some five years ago, Bertie sacked his valet, Meadowes, for stealing his silk socks. The agency sent round Reginald Jeeves to replace him and Jeeves became a fixture in Bertie’s household and life. Over the course of their acquaintance, Jeeves has helped to extricate Bertie from unwanted matrimonial alliances, assisted him in carrying out the dubious schemes of his relatives and friends, and generally fished him out of whatever soup he’s found himself in.
Bertie has become reliant on Jeeves for a great many things and considers him more than just a valet. He has said on numerous occasions that he would be quite content to live out the merry bachelor’s life with Jeeves for the rest of their days. I will be taking Bertie from the point in canon that is represented by the last adapted-to-television story. In this, Bertie and Jeeves helped to ensure one of his ex-fiancees, Madeline Bassett, was married off to another man for good. There was rather a lot of trouble with some plumbing, though, and Bertie and Jeeves were forced to flee the ceremony and the country thereafter for a holiday on the Continent to let everyone cool down for a bit.
Personality:
Generous, gullible, simple, enthusiastic, and honorable to a fault. Bertie Wooster fancies himself the embodiment of the proper English gent of his age. He has a bad habit of allowing his good nature and gift for cross-signals to draw him into unintended engagements and unwanted tasks such as stealing silver for his Aunt Dahlia and financing poorly thought out schemes from his friends like Tuppy. He lives by the Code of the Woosters, though, which demands that he keep calm and carry on in the face of any adversity... unless the other party calls it quits.
Given his nature, Bertie has the singular ability to make a bad situation ten times worse by helping. He often thinks that he can sort things out and ends up saying or doing something that makes it all go to pieces. Most notably might be when he was trying to help his friend Gussie loosen up so that Gussie might propose to his paramour. Bertie slipped alcohol into Gussie’s usual orange juice without realizing that Gussie had already gotten a snootful. Gussie ended up completely sloshed and ranting about Bertie in front of a crowd of people he was meant to be giving a speech to at a boy’s preparatory school.
While Bertie can take a lot of verbal abuse, he does have rare bouts of spine that make it clear he was raised by several extremely proud and intimidating aunts. He’s also been known to get snarky when he’s really peeved and can quip with the best of them. After helping the police apprehend two con artist jewel thieves and retrieving his Aunt Agatha’s pearls from their clutches, Bertie stood up to her on the matter of her forcing engagements upon him. Agatha had originally fallen for the con and tried to set up the female jewel thief with Bertie. He shushed his aunt when she was trying to shout him down about who the thief was (Agatha had decided it was one of the staff at her hotel), handed back her stolen necklace, and told her that her choice of companions might have led to thieving grandnieces and grandnephews for her, and he wants nothing whatsoever to do with that. It left her speechless for one of the few times in her and Bertie’s lives.
Powers: Bertie is an unusually resilient man. He’s been struck by lightning, literally punched across a room, and fallen off of a building, and come away none the worse for wear. Apart from the ability to take a pretty hefty beating and cause no small amount of trouble for other people and himself, though, he’s just your average 20-something Johnnie.
Special Skills: Bertie’s abilities lie in the realm of leisure activities. He can play the piano, sing, and dance with a good amount of skill, his darts playing is top-notch, and if you’re looking for someone to play a round of golf or a game of cricket with, he’s your man.
Anything else?: Not that I can think of!
Writing Samples:
Action Tag Sample:
Hullo? Ah, is this some sort of radio?
[Bertie's fairishly certain it's a radio, if one of the more bizarre ones he's happened across.]
What do those lads say in all the films? Oh! Mayday! Mayday? Bit odd to shout out for a distress signal, isn't it? I mean, May's a perfectly decent sort of month. I'd really go in for 'Augustday.' Have you ever been down to Hyde Park in August? It's beastly hot.
[There's a rustle of something, and Bertie goes quiet. Right. He's meant to be calling for help. His voice is a whisper when he speaks again.]
Well, all that to one side, I seem to have found myself in a spot of bother. I think someone's kidnapped me away to some sort of jungle. Decent sort to leave a chap a radio, what? As decent as kidnappers get, you know? I don't suppose there's anyone else out in the jungle looking for a chum? Happy to pay for the help!
Third Person Prose Sample:
"I wouldn't go in there, Bertie!" Gussie said, eyes fairly bulging out of his head as Bertie placed a hand on his bedroom door.
Bertie half-turned to give the other man a skeptical glance. "Gussie, you've invaded my flat, tromped mud across the floors, and you have the nerve to tell me I shouldn't go into my own room to grab my cigarettes? Really, man, you've got to get a little perspective. That's just not on in the slightest!"
He turned the handle before Jeeves chimed in.
"Sir, it may be wise to-"
"Oh, dash it, I'll only be a moment!" So saying, Bertie flung open the door and stomped inside to his nightstand. He had a mind to give the pair of them a proper... Whatever he was going to give them, the thought vanished as a large, greenish creature lacking in the requisite amount of legs to be anything apart from a snake rose up from the bedspread. Its coils were thicker than his arm, and Bertie had the sneaking suspicion it could probably swallow him whole. Leaving off the gaspers, he retreated with calm steps, closing the door with a click.
"Gussie," he began, tone even, "why is there a boa constrictor on my bed?"
"Annie's not a boa constrictor, Bertie," Gussie retorted, adjusting his round spectacles and making Bertie consider the very real possibility of snapping the blasted things in two. "She's an anaconda."
"Gussie, why is Annie the Anaconda in my room? I merely ask."
"Well, we couldn't put her in the kitchen."
"Oh, of course not!" Bertie replied, tone as crisp as autumn leaves. "Anacondas in kitchens? That way lies pure madness!"
"Sir, if I may?" Jeeves interjected. "Perhaps an explanation is in order."
"Perhaps."
"Annie's for Emerald!" Gussie put in.
"Oh, good Lord." The fight went out of Bertie, and he sagged against the wall. "Gussie, what in god's name would possess you to get your wife a snake?"
"Well... she doesn't like newts anymore."
"Jeeves, I need whiskey. A lot of it."
"Certainly, sir." He was already pouring it. Bertie suspected it was going to be a very long afternoon.