Feathers and Forgetfulness- a Character Introduction! (reupload)

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Floyd Fletcher

Floyd Fletcher

@birdybirdnerd 2 years ago

(So yeah I uhh. Might have goofed and the original didn't post because it was marked as spam by a couple words I used. I edited them around and here I am, trying again. Let's see how this works.)

Hello all! Sorry for my bad first introduction, I'm still learning both how to roleplay in general and also specifically the rules of this channel. My bad!

So after talking with some people and realizing my mistakes, I've taken some time to create my own Lodger!

Thank you so much for helping me out! And sorry for the lengthy answers to some of the questions ;; I tend to get wordy when I'm describing things.

1. What's your character's full name?

Floyd Elmer Fletcher, Ornithologist and Avian Biotechnologist (studies birds and how to utilize the avian body for 'science!')

2. What's your favorite quote from your character?

“If people weren’t people but instead we were birds, there’d be a lot more happiness everywhere. But also poop. So much poop.” -said during a late night with the sailors, when the conversation had turned more philosophical. Floyd gets incoherent when tired, and tends to drag every conversation back around to birds. It's a talent of his.

3. What do they look like and what's their personality like?

Feathery, short black hair. Wide, dark brown, almost black eyes. Short and bony, as if he hasn't eaten well in weeks (he probably hasn't). Large hands, but very delicate, long fingers suited for playing piano or violin (he doesn't do either; no sense of rhythm). Gap-toothed due to knocked-out front tooth- don't ask how it got knocked out (he was chasing a bird on a rocky shore and tripped). Tends to dress in tattered clothes and mismatched jewelry, with various feathers he’s found hand-sewn onto the back of his coat. However, once he starts getting some money coming in and can afford some better clothes, he’ll start dressing -- for lack of a better term -- like a blue jay. Lots of blues, with bands of black and white in places that mimic the bird’s markings, and layered up to help keep him warm. He keeps the mismatched jewelry.

Floyd fidgets a lot, and tends to have a feather or two in his pocket that he likes running his fingers over when he's nervous or stressed out. Very distractible and absent-minded, but when he gets focused on his work or talking about birds, very hard to tear away from and change the subject. Will draw and sketch for hours at a time without realizing any time has passed. He also has chronic short term memory loss, but it tends to come back to him given an hour or two. Will be the quiet one in a first conversation with someone new, but usually will take to them quickly.

4. What's their backstory before they came to the society?

Floyd came from a rather wealthy American family, that didn't like his choice of interests and lack of social skills, and whose family name he can't quite remember. His parents were debating what to do with him (he was unaware, but they were preparing to haul him off to a reformatory school (read: prison)) around his seventeenth birthday, when he wandered off one day to the port. He was chasing some seagulls, trying to capture one to study, when he slipped on a wet rock and busted his jaw.

He was in pain and scared, and due to being disoriented had no clue where to go. He wandered over to where some sailors who preparing to set off were, and one of them took pity on him and brought him aboard to bandage up his face and help wrench out the tooth shards stuck in his gums. He couldn't remember where he was going or where he had come from (the fall had knocked his already precarious memory temporarily askew), and the sailors had to leave, so they ended up taking him along with them to England, thinking he was an orphan.

He spent those weeks on the ship learning how to sail, but found he didn't much like it, so the sailors let him rest in the cabins most of the time. This was where he met Dr. Elmer Fletcher.

Dr. Fletcher studied biology and biotechnology, and was tagging along with the sailors to London, where he would be studying and educating at some such college or another (Floyd can't remember), and offered to teach Floyd some things during the weeks-long trip. Dr. Fletcher inspired Floyd to apply his love of birds to his newfound knowledge of biotechnology, and decided to work on making machines using bird bone and muscle structure, integrating the way the animals worked into improving already-existing machinery. He doesn't know enough to actually put things into practice yet, but he enjoys sketching out his ideas and talking about them with people who know more than him, and figuring out where he's wrong and how he can make it better.

During the trip to England, Dr. Fletcher came down with a terrible illness, and passed away shortly before they arrived. Floyd was devastated, as he had grown to love the man like a father. He later (as in, when he arrived at the Society and realized he didn’t remember his last name) took on Dr. Fletcher’s name as his last, leaving him with the new name Floyd Elmer Fletcher.

He spent a day or so wandering around London after he arrived, not quite sure where to go, when he heard of the miraculous Society for the Arcane Sciences, and decided that he needed to be there more than anything.

So he gathered what few things the sailors had gifted him when he left, and made his way there.

5. Do you have any pictures of them that you drew or found?

Below!

6. Do they have any nicknames?

None that he remembers from his previous life, but he accepts new ones readily (especially bird-related ones).

7. What do they study at the society?

He doesn’t currently actually do much, as he doesn’t have the knowledge or ability to do so, but he studies avian biology and general biotechnology, and theorizes how he can integrate the two of them for the betterment of society (mainly him. He wants to fly. He doesn’t let anyone know that that’s his entire reasoning behind this. He thinks it’s silly).

8. Do they have any jobs?

Not too long after he joins the Society (as he only does so the day after he comes to England), he gets a small job doing menial tasks for money, so he can support himself. Haven’t decided what yet, but will probably be something mundane. Maybe a pet store (because birds).

9. What is their age?

He is seventeen at the time of his introduction to the Society, though he looks on the verge of thirteen or fourteen.

10. Are they human? If not what are they?

Completely human, through and through (though he wishes he were a bird).

11. Are they single, dating someone, or married?

Single. He doesn’t know much about relationships, having led a home life too sheltered to experiment, but he gets attached to people really easily and feels he would gladly enter into a relationship if given the opportunity. The other person must like birds, though. It’s a deal-breaker if they don’t.

12. What's their height?

About an even five feet, maaaaybe an inch taller.

13. What's their weight?

Just under 100 lbs. He didn’t eat enough on that ship.

14. Anything else I should know about this character?

love. After he gets more integrated into the Society and more comfortable being near everyone, he can often be seen hanging around Dodder’s office/lab/kitchen all hopeful and starry-eyed. It’s just the sweets, he swears (it’s not). On the flip side, Floyd tries to avoid Jasper. He smells like dog. Floyd doesn’t like dogs all that much.

Also -- and this will be a major factor in how he interacts with other characters -- Floyd is aut*stic. It won’t be said in as many words in-story, as I seriously doubt the term was recognized fully or cared about much during this time period, but it will color how he acts and behaves around others.

Much less important, but I hope maybe to see if I can get him a pet bird of some sort or another during my time on here. Like a pigeon, or a sparrow. Doesn’t even have to be a magical animal, just a bird. He loves birds. (I love birds)

In the darkness of London at night, a lone figure staggered down the street. He coughed into his sleeve and looked up as he stepped into darkness- a darkness cast by the moonlit shadow of the building in front of him. He double-checked the address -- on a scrap of paper, hastily scribbled out by a hurried man desperate for his tavern haunt some hours ago -- and nodded.

This is it, Floyd thought, staring openly at the mess of machines and additions hanging what seemed precariously off the roof of the grand building. This is the place.

The Society for Arcane Science.

Nervously, he approached the door. No one was out and about this time of night, and if it weren’t for the fact that he had nowhere else to go, he wouldn’t be either. But he had been following these directions all day, from the moment he heard of the mysterious place where he could think what he wanted, be what he wanted, without worrying about what other people said. Where there were others like him.

At least, he hoped.

Floyd stuffed the scrap of paper in the pocket of his coat, lent to him by one of the sailors he’d traveled to England with, and pulled out a tattered feather to toy with. He’d carried this thing with him all the way from the Americas, and it was the only piece of his old life he still had- or still cared to have.

With a deep breath, the small boy knocked on the door and waited.

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