tGO Application: Quincy

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This place looks so cool, and I hope to be an active member in it; and I really love how Quincy here came out. X3

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Name: Quincy

Age: 3 Years

Gender: Male

Breed: Siamese

Chaw: Elite

Magic: Ghost Grasp, Level 1

Job: Royal Help

Faction: None

Home #: North Quarter, either 2, 5, 3, 6 or 13. If none of those are available, then the Frozen Palace.

Talents: Sleight of hand (not actual magic)- learned it as a party trick from his father, but has been practicing it as a hobby and is now quite good.
Running- Years of walking alongside his father’s traveling jewelry shop made him quite fit; bustling about doing chores has maintained that stamina. Due to his long legs, he is quite quick, though not good at turning.
Fencing- Quincy began learning fencing just a few months after he became a member of the help, but he isn’t very good at it yet. He found his rapier in a pile of scrap, and “rescued” it from being turned into a new weapon.

Personality: To those he has just met, Quincy is the icon of politeness. Every word is carefully chosen, every syllable perfectly bitten off, and not a single hair is out of place. While this is all very well and good to members of the nobility, who would find him a good and trustable member of the help, to many of the common folk, he seems like a massive, uppity prude that thinks himself a king despite being just a servant. He is somewhat skilled in fencing, and owns a rapier, though it has seen much better days.
But, in the presence of those with enough patience to be called his friend, he has the temper of a rabid bull. Every single transgression of manners will be spilled out with tidal wave forces and dramatic hand gestures until he has finally calmed, albeit to a rather exhausted state. After that, while still very moralistic and proper, he is more prone to complaining and shouting and being generally grumpy and sarcastic. It takes some time to get used to this abrasive side of him, but once one gets used to it, one will find that he is a very loyal friend, and (grudgingly) willing to do just about anything, no matter how much he complains. With enough time and effort, even the most insufferable person can be added to his list of friends, however this can result in some odd situation where he’ll complain about a particularly annoying friend... to the face of the friend he’s referring to.
However, about once a month, he will simply “snap”, as his colleagues call it, and head to the tavern, where he, after a few tankards, becomes the friendliest (and loudest) drunk in all the land. He will drape himself over whichever person is closest, and regale them with hilarious tales of his work in the palace. However, it would appear that only he finds these tales funny, laughing madly at them while everyone else just raises an eyebrow. At some point, he’ll get kicked out, stumble home, wake up with an awful headache, get annoyed at said headache, and go to work.

History: Quincy was the son of a lady in waiting who married a traveling jewelry merchant. They traveled the kingdom for a while, and eventually had Quincy and his two siblings. While he has no family on his mother’s side, his father’s family is quite extensive, and not everyone in it is as honorable as Quincy is. He didn’t enjoy the nomadic lifestyle; he would have rathered settling down and making a permanent shop, and originally planned to do so when his father grew too old to run the cart.
Then, one day, in his second year of life, his beloved sister caught the flu, and she was far too frail to continue traveling in that condition, so they stopped near the north quarter to tend to her. It was during this time that Quincy first entered the palace that his mother had grown up in; and fell in love. With his parent’s permission, and after speaking with a few palace residents, he was allowed to stay as a proud member of the help.
He has since grown to complain constantly about his job, but would never leave it behind for anything. He does every odd job you can imagine, from assisting the cook if there is a dearth of chefs, to sending messages, to washing clothes and serving food. To put it simply, if there is a job that needs doing, Quincy will do it, no questions asked.

Additional Info:
Orientation: He hasn’t really put much thought into it, but he would probably be bisexual if he considered such things. As of right now, he finds himself much too busy for such frivolities.

Adores birds; especially robins.

Relationships:
Leif- “That one man that keeps getting into my house. I have no idea how. I always lock it before I leave. I found him sleeping on my bed once, after a long night at the tavern; he hasn’t done it since. He’s pretty okay, but I’ll admit, I don’t know him that well.”

Roleplay Sample:
The ball was in full swing, and Quincy was right in the middle of it; not dancing with some she cat, oh no, but working hard delivering drinks, passing out food, being tossed jackets and comments of “Put this somewhere, will ya?”, and trying to be generally polite and helpful. In fact, at this very moment, he was rushing back to the ballroom with a tray of fruity drinks to be passed around. He carefully pushed open the door with his shoulder, and was immediately assaulted with noise, and a cry of
“You there, busboy!” he sighed; helping the guests was first priority. Delivering fruity drinks came second, no matter how heavy this tray was getting.
“Yes, sir?” he said, nodding at the disgustingly fat Manx approaching him. Someone’s human companion needed to go easy on the treats...
“Where’s my coat? I asked you to hold it for me.”
“My apologies, sir, it’s probably down that hallway,” the siamese said, gesturing with his tail, “With all the other jackets. It should be quite easy to find.”
“But I told you to hold it!”
“Yes sire, you did, about a half hour ago. I’m afraid I had other duties to attend to, and I assure you, your jacket is perfectly fi-”
“Oh for goodness sakes!” the Manx grumbled, shoving Quincy aside. “I guess I’ll just have to go find it myself, no thanks to you!” Before Quincy could even think up an insult to bite back, he stumbled, and the glasses tumbled, spilling onto the floor. A few guests looked on; some with shocked expressions, some apologetic, and others just scoffed and walked away. Quincy let out a sigh that was much closer to a hiss and tucked the tray under his arm; it was going to be a long night.