School: Northwood Academy
Name: Alexander Henry James Cavendish-Bentinck of Portland Titchfield and Bolsover
Nicknames: Alex, the Leftenant.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: British
Sexuality: Hetero
Height: 6’ (183 cm)
Weight: 172 lbs (78 kg)
Skin Colour: Tan
Hair Colour: Chestnut brown
Hair Style: Short, neatly combed, beginnings of a moustache
Eye Colour: Green
Body Build: Toned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings/etc: Burn mark on the inside of the left arm from a hot 75mm shell casing.
School Outfit: Standard academy uniform with the sweater vest. When the zombies appear he rolls up the sleeves. Manages to somehow keep it almost spotless during the time he’s wearing it. Instead of a watch he has a timepiece on a chain in one of the chest pockets. Always carries around a long straight cane that unbeknown to anyone is actually a sword-cane.
Town Outfit: Starts off with looting a nifty full body motorcycle suit on the grounds that it will protect him from zombie bites. While it does do this, the suit is also too hot too keep on all the time. When it gets too warm for the full body suit he will settle for just the tough motorcycle jacket, jeans and a pair of good walking boots. Even later he switches to a somewhat more comfortable WWII british army battledress. His underwear is standard a simple white t-shirt, white woolen socks and cotton underpants in the colors of the Union Jack.
Personality: An offensively stereotypical british Officer and a Gentleman (caps obligatory). He exemplifies ‘keep calm and carry on’ even in the face of the apocalypse. Alex does not swear, does not panic and remains unfailingly polite. In face of a total Out of Context Problem such as a zombie uprising, a girl confessing her feelings to him or being severely wounded he completely freezes up for half a dozen seconds or so while his brain reboots. After the freeze he returns to his normal polite self as if nothing had happened. This happens only once per Out of Context Problem, so once he has his arm broken once it will not cause him to freeze up once it happens again.
Alex suffers from a chronic hero syndrome, he cannot turn down cries for help no matter the situation. Everyone he fails to save he sees as a personal failure, a stain on his conscience. Naively he believes deeply that there is always some good in people, and will give his enemies a second chance. Even when he starts to learn that the way the world should work is different from the way the world does work he will try to change the world rather than himself.
Headstrong and slightly full of himself he will either take up the mantle of leadership or at the very least attempt to advice to whomever winds up in charge. Though he is slightly arrogant Alex has a fine grasp of social dynamics and will try to de-escalate any conflicts, even those started by himself. When someone has shown that they know what they are doing he will patiently listen to them in their areas of their expertise.
Family: Grandfather, Bernard Richards Bentinck of Portland Titchfield and Bolsover, 82, Duke, terminally ill.
Mother, Johanna Maria Cavendish-Bentinck of Portland, 47, ‘housemother’, Alive
Father, Egbert Fitzgerald Bentinck of Portland Titchfield and Bolsover, 49, Member of Parliament, Alive
Younger brother, Basil Robrecht Cavendish-Bentinck of Portland, 13, Alive
Background: Born as the grandson of the 9th Duke of Portland in England Alexander never had what one could consider a normal life. From the time he could talk he was taught everything he needed to become a genuine gentleman, ranging from etiquette (“Pinky out.”) to how to iron his own clothes (“Just because no serving staff is available does not mean you can walk around looking like a slob boy!”) to fencing (“A gentleman without a sword is improperly armed.”). The only real way he could escape out of the stiff corset was in a shared hobby with his grandfather: Historical re-enactment. The duke owned a large tract of land used by several historical societies used to simulate old battlefields. Alexander in particular preferred the World War II era battles, riding along in a restored Churchill VII Infantry Tank. The young boy revelled in the chance to act free of the restraints he usually had to deal with, and not even an accident with a hot shell casing would stop him from returning year after year. Eventually he took on the ‘role’ of a Lieutenant, though some say the act bleeds through to his daily life given that since then he has taken to carrying around a sword at all times (first a plastic toy, later his cane-sword).
Alexander has a distant relation with his father Egbert, a member of the british parliament for the Conservative Party. Though they do not hate each other per se, between the long absences related to work and the fact his father never really understood his son’s hobbies they seem to live past one another. Alexander always addresses his father as either ‘father’ or if in private, ‘papa’. NEVER by name. The same goes for his mother and grandfather.
For most of his life Alexander was raised by his mother on the family estate. Although she did not fully endorse his historical hobby she tried to channel it into something productive rather than deny him outright. As such Alexander has toured most of the great British museums as well as a great deal of knowledge on world history, though his specialty remains WWII. In a final bid to get him to stop playing around in the mud so much (her words) his mother actually enrolled him into an international school in the United States for a year in order to ‘broaden his horizons’. Unaware of this Alex got involved into the history club and contacted local re-enactment groups regardless.
In school Alex is well known for his stern, disciplined attitude and his odd speaking habits. While not necessarily liked, he is respected for his knowledge as well as his integrity. While not at the immediate top of the social pecking order he isn’t that far removed from it, serving as a neutral go-between for various cliques.
Strengths: Combat (both close and ranged), social skills, stabilising factor,
Weaknesses: Arrogance, naivety, no survival skills, chronic hero syndrome
Likes: Tea, history, classical music, displaying his manners, a quiet evening by the fireplace, Sabaton (NOT at the start of the RP), historical reenactment, Tanks, swordplay, bagpipes.
Dislikes: Coffee, dirty anything (clothes, words, w/e), being shown up, the French, the Germans, being called a Scot, Welsh, Irish, American etcetera. and pop music.
School Clubs: Fencing, history
Fears: Being alone, pain, someone seeing his actual feelings through the walls he has built up.
Romantic Interest: Someone who can see through his facade of politeness, who will comfort him when he figures out that he can’t save everyone no matter how hard he tries, and provides a listening ear when he rants.
Opinion of other school: They are still humans in Alex’ view, albeit crude and uncivilised ones. Decidedly in need of moral and intellectual guidance in face of the apocalypse. He has never spoken to a member of the other school nor did he ever feel the need to.
School weapons: Sword cane
Town Weapons: Basket-hilted sword, Lee-enfield bolt action rifle with bayonet
Other Equipment: Sturdy high quality backpack with school books, later the books are dumped in favour of more useful equipment.
Anything Else: At the start of the story he has not heard any metal before, and if exposed he will start to like the genre as long as there is no ‘grunting’ involved. He knows the location of a historical reenactment depot where a supply of refurbished WWII weapons are held. Recently he had the Churchill VII shipped over, he knows it is in the Los Angeles harbour in a set of shipping crates. If circumstances allow he may pressure the group into picking it up (the tank is probably best for final the chapters, up to you what you want to do with it).
SPECIAL Points
Strength: 5
Perception: 5
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 9
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 5
Luck: 8
Quotes:
“Men of genius are admitted, men of wealth are envied, men of power feared, however only a man of character is trusted.”
*in response to zombies once he has snapped out of it* “So. The dead have risen. Most unusual. I suppose this means that I’ll have to skip my afternoon tea.”
“Oh dear lord.” Translated to normal English: OH JESUS FUCK I’M SHITTING MYSELF
“Thank you very much, it is very appreciated.” Translated to normal English: I could kiss you and name my firstborn after you.
“Enough.” Translated to normal English: One more word and I will start stabbing you. Happily.
Do not mention Timothy Bentinck.
http://militaryhistory.about.com/od/vehiclesarmor/p/churchilltank.htmMilitary history dot com about the Churchillhttp://henk.fox3000.com/churchill.htmhttp://www.arrse.co.uk/wiki/Battle_Dresshttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Cavendish-Bentinck,_9th_Duke_of_Portlandhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/34th_Armoured_Brigade_(United_Kingdom)
