Post by Ronno, The Broken on Apr 20, 2019 20:59:50 GMT
Full Name: Phoebus de Châteaupers
Known Aliases: N/A
Army: Blackbloods
Rank: Ghazi
Franchise: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame II
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame II
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5"11
Weight: 160lbs
Personality: "Although he can keep a straight face when it's required of him, you can tell deep down, he'd rather tell a joke"
Indeed, though an assortment of changes have occurred since the began war, Pheobus' dry wit and admittedly loud mouth remain mostly unaffected. Undoubtedly hot-headed, the former Captain cannot seem to resist provoking others, if the chance presents itself, stubborn as ever. There were, however, things the war did change. While his collected facade is likely convincing, such is only surface deep.
While his loyalties lie with the Blackbloods alone, Pheobus' morals are often flippant and unpredictable, diligently set on looking out for only himself if he can help it. This sense of self-preservation is arguably what makes Pheobus come across as unreliable or untrustworthy, for one can never quite tell whether or not the man is being completely sincere; as a result? There are few that can say they wholeheartedly believe him a 'friend'.
All things considered, however, Pheobus' experience with war make him an arguably valuable asset. Both a great tactician and swordsman in his own right, the man is certainly a capable solider, if not occasionally impulsive.
Backstory: 'Honourable' as he might have been, honour only really stretched so far. Though content and seemingly happy in the aftermath of the battle at Notre Dame, once war seemed to rear its head? Everything changed. Disagreements with Esmeralda became far more common than they had been, each just as stubborn as the other. The same views for which he had once admired her, even in spite of his efforts to argue otherwise, remained unchanged.
In his eyes? It was high time that they put themselves first. Anyone else would have done the same, because this was far bigger than Paris itself. This was not a fight against injustice, it was war. The very people he had sworn to protect had become near-rabid once upon a time, when the villain Frollo had once been deemed 'Minister of Justice', and Pheobus had long suspected that they'd become such again if rightly persuaded to. They were just as flippant as he was, if not more easily lead. They'd turn upon them, upon themselves, just as easily as they had once done with the Gypsies.
So where was the harm in siding with the side that seemed to be - at the time - winning? The side that, by that logic, was the side to align yourself with? Where she claimed there was plenty, he saw none. Nothing, except the chance to survive the war, as appose to blatantly losing it. Thus? He had left within the night, a simple note to come and find him, should she change her mind.
See people, for what they really were. Animals. War turned even the most righteous into animals and monsters, and nobody, was immune to that.
Indeed, though an assortment of changes have occurred since the began war, Pheobus' dry wit and admittedly loud mouth remain mostly unaffected. Undoubtedly hot-headed, the former Captain cannot seem to resist provoking others, if the chance presents itself, stubborn as ever. There were, however, things the war did change. While his collected facade is likely convincing, such is only surface deep.
While his loyalties lie with the Blackbloods alone, Pheobus' morals are often flippant and unpredictable, diligently set on looking out for only himself if he can help it. This sense of self-preservation is arguably what makes Pheobus come across as unreliable or untrustworthy, for one can never quite tell whether or not the man is being completely sincere; as a result? There are few that can say they wholeheartedly believe him a 'friend'.
All things considered, however, Pheobus' experience with war make him an arguably valuable asset. Both a great tactician and swordsman in his own right, the man is certainly a capable solider, if not occasionally impulsive.
Backstory: 'Honourable' as he might have been, honour only really stretched so far. Though content and seemingly happy in the aftermath of the battle at Notre Dame, once war seemed to rear its head? Everything changed. Disagreements with Esmeralda became far more common than they had been, each just as stubborn as the other. The same views for which he had once admired her, even in spite of his efforts to argue otherwise, remained unchanged.
In his eyes? It was high time that they put themselves first. Anyone else would have done the same, because this was far bigger than Paris itself. This was not a fight against injustice, it was war. The very people he had sworn to protect had become near-rabid once upon a time, when the villain Frollo had once been deemed 'Minister of Justice', and Pheobus had long suspected that they'd become such again if rightly persuaded to. They were just as flippant as he was, if not more easily lead. They'd turn upon them, upon themselves, just as easily as they had once done with the Gypsies.
So where was the harm in siding with the side that seemed to be - at the time - winning? The side that, by that logic, was the side to align yourself with? Where she claimed there was plenty, he saw none. Nothing, except the chance to survive the war, as appose to blatantly losing it. Thus? He had left within the night, a simple note to come and find him, should she change her mind.
See people, for what they really were. Animals. War turned even the most righteous into animals and monsters, and nobody, was immune to that.
Known Family:
Esmeralda (Complicated)
Esmeralda (Complicated)
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