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Personal Information
Name: Alicia.
Age: 20.
Personal LJ: ghettospellwork.
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Character Information
Character Name: Sweeney Todd.
Fandom: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007 film.)
Source: Wikipedia~
Character History: Once upon a time, Benjamin Barker was a normal man. He lived in London with his wife, Lucy, and his daughter, Johanna. The three of them lived on Fleet Street, above the pie shop of a woman named Mrs. Lovett. Benjamin was a barber - he was reportedly very good at his craft, as well. It seemed like absolutely nothing could go wrong. For a while, it didn't. Everything was perfect. He was the perfect man living the perfect life with the perfect family, and Benjamin wouldn't have traded it for the world.
Benjamin knew that there were some - shall we say - unsavory people who lived in London. London's a large city; to assume that everyone was as honest and forthright as he would be silly. Benjamin knew that even some appointed officials were corrupt, capable of horrible things, but he decided to ignore it when a judge by the name of Turpin began to clearly lust after his wife. Lucy was his, Benjamin knew. He had nothing to worry about; there was no reason that Turpin should interrupt their idealic life. Ignore him, he thought, and he'll stop trying. He'll go away.
Turpin didn't go away. Turpin had every intention of interrupting Benjamin Barker's perfect life.
Benjamin was arrested on a vague, insubstantial, false charge and sent to Australia. It was impossible to fight; Turpin had already made up his mind on what was to become of Mister Barker. And in Australia, he was treated as, well, a prisoner. He was never particularly vocal about his time there, only describing it as "a living hell." And he worked in that hell for fifteen years before he made his escape. The details of his escape are vague, as well. From what he states, one can assume that he simply tried to build a raft and float away, and he was very near death when, to his luck, he came upon a passing ship. A sailor, Anthony Hope, helped him aboard the ship - the Bountiful - and it was discovered that the ship was heading to London. Just his luck.
He arrived back in London some time later, older, wiser, with a new appearance and a new name: Sweeney Todd. His first order of business? Head home, of course, and he immediately made his way back to Fleet Street, and to Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. Sweeney wasn't recognized at first, but he soon (unintentionally) revealed himself to her. And Mrs. Lovett, in turn, revealed what had become of his family: Judge Turpin had purused Lucy, and, repeatedly turned away by her, lured her to a party where he raped her with the help of Beadle Bamford. Lucy was driven to suicide. Afterward, Turpin took the infant Johanna to raise her as his own. Enraged, Sweeney vowed to avenge his family by killing the judge and the beadle, but he was reunited with a few relics from his past: his silver razors.
Of course, the first order of business, if he was going to re-open up shop and attract such figures such as Judge Turpin, he had to drum up some business, get his name out there. And how would he do that? By challenging a man who claimed himself to be the best barber in London - a man who went by the name of Adolfo Pirelli. Pirelli sold what he called a "miracle elixir," claiming that it would cure hair loss, but Sweeney exposed the elixir for what it really was: a mixture of ink and urine. He gave Pirelli an ultimatum: admit that he had been scamming his customers, or enter into a wager with him. The wager? Whoever was able shave a man the quickest and smoothest would win. Sweeney took advantage of Pirelli's showiness and bravado and was able to win the bet... and some money to go along with it. Better than that, he attracted the attention (and potential business) of Beadle Bamford himself, who promised that he would be at the shop before the week was out.
Days passed with no sign of Bamford. Just as Sweeney was getting impatient, Anthony paid a surprise visit to the shop and frantically explained to Sweeney that he was in love. Anthony was quick to reveal the "sad and beautiful" girl he had seen as Johanna - Sweeney's daughter. He showed Sweeney a key that Johanna had given to him, and Sweeney agreed that Anthony could indeed bring Johanna to the shop for safekeeping.
And then Pirelli returned. The two entered into a confrontation, with Pirelli revealing that wasn't actually Italian, that he was named Davy Connors, and that he used to work for Benjamin Barker years ago as a boy. He recognized Sweeney as Benjamin by the razors that he'd bet. And as he revealed his true identity, Pirelli claimed that he should get the money back from the bet. On top of that, he knew of Sweeney's arrest. He knew that Sweeney wasn't supposed to be back in London. He knew that all he really had to do was run and tell Turpin to upset Sweeney's whole plan - and he used that to blackmail Sweeney into getting a share of his profits.
Rather than cooperate, Sweeney beat him in the head with a hot tea kettle.
There was a brief interruption from Pirelli's assistant, Toby, but luckily, Sweeney managed to fit Pirelli into a trunk against the wall. After Toby left, Sweeney finished the job by slitting his throat.
Oh, and as if the day couldn't get anymore eventful, Judge Turpin showed up at the shop under Beadle Bamford's recommendation. Sweeney couldn't believe his luck. Turpin revealed that he was preparing to marry his ward - who Sweeney immediately identified as Johanna. But he wasn't hasty enough with his revenge. Just as he was about to go in for the kill, Anthony barged into the shop to talk to Sweeney again. Turpin, recognizing Anthony as the boy who gandered at his ward, angrily stormed out of the shop and vowed never to return. Sweeney screamed at Anthony to go before his anger completely consumed him. Something in him snapped, and he couldn't control his thirst for blood any longer. He would kill as many people as he needed to before he would come for Bamford and Turpin.
But, at the moment, he had a more pressing matter on his hands: Pirelli. Pirelli was still very dead inside the trunk, as Mrs. Lovett was so kind to remind him. And exactly what were they going to do with him? Sweeney's suggestion was simply to bury him after dark, but she got another idea: cook him. And since Sweeney was determined to kill as many people as possible, cook them too.
The plan went off without a hitch for some time. Mrs. Lovett's pies, who she herself had claimed to be the worst in London, were suddenly very popular, selling out every day. They turned in quite a profit, and she began to make her advances to Sweeney less and less subtle. However, Sweeney didn't have time for any of that, nor did he want to. His whole mind was consumed with thoughts of how to kill Turpin, or of Johanna, or of his lost Lucy.
And then one day, Anthony informed Sweeney that Johanna had been locked away in a madhouse and that he couldn't find a way in to save her. Sweeney, however, immediately had a plan. He wasn't an inexperienced barber; he knew that the wigmakers of London went to madhouses to buy hair for their wigs! It was almost too easy! With a bit of training, Sweeney was able to make Anthony pass for a wigmaker's apprentice, telling him to bring her to the shop once they had escaped.
He sent Toby with a letter to Judge Turpin which explained that Anthony was indeed going to take Johanna. If Turpin wanted her back, all he had to do was come to the shop, where the girl would be waiting.
And then, as night fell, all Sweeney Todd had to do was wait...
Character Personality: One of the first things you're bound to notice about Sweeney is how quiet he is. Ever since coming back from Australia, Sweeney's been a man of very few words. He prefers to be direct and to the point; he doesn't have time for idle chatter or deep discussions of philosophical ideals. Such things get on his nerves, and honestly, he won't hesitate to ignore anyone who tries to engage him in conversation after he's decided that it's over. Sweeney has bigger things to worry about. Upon hearing of what has become of his family, Sweeney very much developed a one-track mind. He has become selfish and absorbed in his own thoughts. He's nearly incapable of thinking of anything but his wife and daughter and how he will avenge them.
Sweeney Todd, when he was known as Benjamin Barker, was once a kind and thoughtful man. He was very much a family man - and he still is, even though his family has been taken from him. He thinks of them constantly, and proves time after time that he would, indeed, do anything for them - even murder. Though he's never seen his daughter, he can't stop himself from thinking of how she may look, how she may act after fifteen years. The memory of his wife, Lucy, still haunts him, so much that he would never even consider returning the affections of his lovestruck landlady, Mrs. Lovett. But some things don't change. It's implied that, while known as Benjamin Barker, even for all of his good points, he was quite naive. That stuck. The present Sweeney is still quite impressionable. He asks no questions when Mrs. Lovett informs him that his wife killed herself, for instance. It's as if he assumes that, since he has become so blunt and brutal, he expects the same from the others around him.
Perhaps the most obvious facet of Sweeney's personality, though, is his obsession and lust for vengeance, his desire for blood. What was surely one of the last ideas in Benjamin Barker's mind is now apparently Sweeney Todd's only solution to his problems. It's the first thing that comes to mind for how to get back at Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford; it's almost an immediate reflex as a response to Pirelli's blackmail. Something inside of him has snapped; he doesn't think twice about killing anyone, really. He doesn't think of the reprocussions. He doesn't think that people might notice men going into his shop and never coming out again. Sweeney Todd is a man that acts purely on impulse and lets his emotions run away with him - particularly anger. Despite his dwelling on plans for the deaths of Turpin and Bamford, he has a tendency to underthink things without acknowledging the consequences. Before he challenged Pirelli, he saw Beadle Bamford in the marketplace - and would have killed him right then and there if Mrs. Lovett hadn't been around to stop him. But he doesn't think the same way that Benjamin Barker did. It all goes to show that he really is the sullen, broken shell of the man that he was fifteen years before.
Powers: Sweeney is completely human.
Samples
First person:It has come to my attention that my daughter, Johanna Barker, resides in this place.
If any one of you has the intention to harm her, in any way, bear in mind that I will not take it neither lightly nor kindly.
I say this as a warning to you. [There's a pause. Does he need to say anything more? Sweeney thinks that pretty much covers it.] Good day.
Third Person: Sweeney released his foot from the lever, allowing the trap door to close and the chair to turn upright again. He heard the body hit the floor of the bakehouse below with a sickening crack. But he paid it no mind, instead reaching to the table for a cloth to clean his razor. The noise may have bothered him before, but really, it was all par for the course now, just as the blood on his razor was. None of it made him flinch, nor did it turn his stomach like it might have the first few times. Decades ago, he might have found himself going pale and sweating bullets at the prospect of his future. If anyone knew, they might say that he had fallen. Mr. Todd, on the other hand, considered himself all the more braver, though, a hero in the making. And if Mrs. Lovett disagreed, she kept her mouth shut. All the better for her, Sweeney assumed.
Besides. What did it matter what anyone else thought? He knew he had a job to do, and he was going to accomplish it by any means possible. Turpin had wronged him; Turpin deserved to die. The harsh, violent leap in logic didn't disturb Sweeney in the slightest, and he instinctively paused his cleaning to flick the wrist holding the razor. Drops of the customer's blood flew from it onto the mirror. Sweeney ignored them for the time being, focusing on cleaning the instrument once more. He paced around the room as he did so, footsteps heavy and measured on the wooden floorboards. Another part of his routine, what he considered the most relaxing, oddly enough.
He held the silver razor up to the window, checking it as it shone in the light. It was perfect and pristine, as though it had never been tarnished in the first place. Excellent. He moved back to the table to quickly swipe the blood off of the mirror before nonchalantly discarding the rag on the table. As he carefully opened the box that his razors sat in, his eyes fell upon the picture that he kept on the table. The picture of his wife, his Lucy, and Johanna as an infant. He stared at it, transfixed, as he had many times before, and then suddenly turned his attention away from it. He placed the razor in the box with a seemingly new strength, then stared at the door as if willing someone to come through it. He couldn't bring Lucy back, he knew, but he could send half of London down to pay for her. One by one, until he got the two he was looking for. It was all routine; he wouldn't even think twice.
Name: Alicia.
Age: 20.
Personal LJ: ghettospellwork.
Email / AIM / MSN: objectionable@gmail.com / ghettospellwork / obj3ctionable@gmail.com
Character Information
Character Name: Sweeney Todd.
Fandom: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007 film.)
Source: Wikipedia~
Character History: Once upon a time, Benjamin Barker was a normal man. He lived in London with his wife, Lucy, and his daughter, Johanna. The three of them lived on Fleet Street, above the pie shop of a woman named Mrs. Lovett. Benjamin was a barber - he was reportedly very good at his craft, as well. It seemed like absolutely nothing could go wrong. For a while, it didn't. Everything was perfect. He was the perfect man living the perfect life with the perfect family, and Benjamin wouldn't have traded it for the world.
Benjamin knew that there were some - shall we say - unsavory people who lived in London. London's a large city; to assume that everyone was as honest and forthright as he would be silly. Benjamin knew that even some appointed officials were corrupt, capable of horrible things, but he decided to ignore it when a judge by the name of Turpin began to clearly lust after his wife. Lucy was his, Benjamin knew. He had nothing to worry about; there was no reason that Turpin should interrupt their idealic life. Ignore him, he thought, and he'll stop trying. He'll go away.
Turpin didn't go away. Turpin had every intention of interrupting Benjamin Barker's perfect life.
Benjamin was arrested on a vague, insubstantial, false charge and sent to Australia. It was impossible to fight; Turpin had already made up his mind on what was to become of Mister Barker. And in Australia, he was treated as, well, a prisoner. He was never particularly vocal about his time there, only describing it as "a living hell." And he worked in that hell for fifteen years before he made his escape. The details of his escape are vague, as well. From what he states, one can assume that he simply tried to build a raft and float away, and he was very near death when, to his luck, he came upon a passing ship. A sailor, Anthony Hope, helped him aboard the ship - the Bountiful - and it was discovered that the ship was heading to London. Just his luck.
He arrived back in London some time later, older, wiser, with a new appearance and a new name: Sweeney Todd. His first order of business? Head home, of course, and he immediately made his way back to Fleet Street, and to Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. Sweeney wasn't recognized at first, but he soon (unintentionally) revealed himself to her. And Mrs. Lovett, in turn, revealed what had become of his family: Judge Turpin had purused Lucy, and, repeatedly turned away by her, lured her to a party where he raped her with the help of Beadle Bamford. Lucy was driven to suicide. Afterward, Turpin took the infant Johanna to raise her as his own. Enraged, Sweeney vowed to avenge his family by killing the judge and the beadle, but he was reunited with a few relics from his past: his silver razors.
Of course, the first order of business, if he was going to re-open up shop and attract such figures such as Judge Turpin, he had to drum up some business, get his name out there. And how would he do that? By challenging a man who claimed himself to be the best barber in London - a man who went by the name of Adolfo Pirelli. Pirelli sold what he called a "miracle elixir," claiming that it would cure hair loss, but Sweeney exposed the elixir for what it really was: a mixture of ink and urine. He gave Pirelli an ultimatum: admit that he had been scamming his customers, or enter into a wager with him. The wager? Whoever was able shave a man the quickest and smoothest would win. Sweeney took advantage of Pirelli's showiness and bravado and was able to win the bet... and some money to go along with it. Better than that, he attracted the attention (and potential business) of Beadle Bamford himself, who promised that he would be at the shop before the week was out.
Days passed with no sign of Bamford. Just as Sweeney was getting impatient, Anthony paid a surprise visit to the shop and frantically explained to Sweeney that he was in love. Anthony was quick to reveal the "sad and beautiful" girl he had seen as Johanna - Sweeney's daughter. He showed Sweeney a key that Johanna had given to him, and Sweeney agreed that Anthony could indeed bring Johanna to the shop for safekeeping.
And then Pirelli returned. The two entered into a confrontation, with Pirelli revealing that wasn't actually Italian, that he was named Davy Connors, and that he used to work for Benjamin Barker years ago as a boy. He recognized Sweeney as Benjamin by the razors that he'd bet. And as he revealed his true identity, Pirelli claimed that he should get the money back from the bet. On top of that, he knew of Sweeney's arrest. He knew that Sweeney wasn't supposed to be back in London. He knew that all he really had to do was run and tell Turpin to upset Sweeney's whole plan - and he used that to blackmail Sweeney into getting a share of his profits.
Rather than cooperate, Sweeney beat him in the head with a hot tea kettle.
There was a brief interruption from Pirelli's assistant, Toby, but luckily, Sweeney managed to fit Pirelli into a trunk against the wall. After Toby left, Sweeney finished the job by slitting his throat.
Oh, and as if the day couldn't get anymore eventful, Judge Turpin showed up at the shop under Beadle Bamford's recommendation. Sweeney couldn't believe his luck. Turpin revealed that he was preparing to marry his ward - who Sweeney immediately identified as Johanna. But he wasn't hasty enough with his revenge. Just as he was about to go in for the kill, Anthony barged into the shop to talk to Sweeney again. Turpin, recognizing Anthony as the boy who gandered at his ward, angrily stormed out of the shop and vowed never to return. Sweeney screamed at Anthony to go before his anger completely consumed him. Something in him snapped, and he couldn't control his thirst for blood any longer. He would kill as many people as he needed to before he would come for Bamford and Turpin.
But, at the moment, he had a more pressing matter on his hands: Pirelli. Pirelli was still very dead inside the trunk, as Mrs. Lovett was so kind to remind him. And exactly what were they going to do with him? Sweeney's suggestion was simply to bury him after dark, but she got another idea: cook him. And since Sweeney was determined to kill as many people as possible, cook them too.
The plan went off without a hitch for some time. Mrs. Lovett's pies, who she herself had claimed to be the worst in London, were suddenly very popular, selling out every day. They turned in quite a profit, and she began to make her advances to Sweeney less and less subtle. However, Sweeney didn't have time for any of that, nor did he want to. His whole mind was consumed with thoughts of how to kill Turpin, or of Johanna, or of his lost Lucy.
And then one day, Anthony informed Sweeney that Johanna had been locked away in a madhouse and that he couldn't find a way in to save her. Sweeney, however, immediately had a plan. He wasn't an inexperienced barber; he knew that the wigmakers of London went to madhouses to buy hair for their wigs! It was almost too easy! With a bit of training, Sweeney was able to make Anthony pass for a wigmaker's apprentice, telling him to bring her to the shop once they had escaped.
He sent Toby with a letter to Judge Turpin which explained that Anthony was indeed going to take Johanna. If Turpin wanted her back, all he had to do was come to the shop, where the girl would be waiting.
And then, as night fell, all Sweeney Todd had to do was wait...
Character Personality: One of the first things you're bound to notice about Sweeney is how quiet he is. Ever since coming back from Australia, Sweeney's been a man of very few words. He prefers to be direct and to the point; he doesn't have time for idle chatter or deep discussions of philosophical ideals. Such things get on his nerves, and honestly, he won't hesitate to ignore anyone who tries to engage him in conversation after he's decided that it's over. Sweeney has bigger things to worry about. Upon hearing of what has become of his family, Sweeney very much developed a one-track mind. He has become selfish and absorbed in his own thoughts. He's nearly incapable of thinking of anything but his wife and daughter and how he will avenge them.
Sweeney Todd, when he was known as Benjamin Barker, was once a kind and thoughtful man. He was very much a family man - and he still is, even though his family has been taken from him. He thinks of them constantly, and proves time after time that he would, indeed, do anything for them - even murder. Though he's never seen his daughter, he can't stop himself from thinking of how she may look, how she may act after fifteen years. The memory of his wife, Lucy, still haunts him, so much that he would never even consider returning the affections of his lovestruck landlady, Mrs. Lovett. But some things don't change. It's implied that, while known as Benjamin Barker, even for all of his good points, he was quite naive. That stuck. The present Sweeney is still quite impressionable. He asks no questions when Mrs. Lovett informs him that his wife killed herself, for instance. It's as if he assumes that, since he has become so blunt and brutal, he expects the same from the others around him.
Perhaps the most obvious facet of Sweeney's personality, though, is his obsession and lust for vengeance, his desire for blood. What was surely one of the last ideas in Benjamin Barker's mind is now apparently Sweeney Todd's only solution to his problems. It's the first thing that comes to mind for how to get back at Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford; it's almost an immediate reflex as a response to Pirelli's blackmail. Something inside of him has snapped; he doesn't think twice about killing anyone, really. He doesn't think of the reprocussions. He doesn't think that people might notice men going into his shop and never coming out again. Sweeney Todd is a man that acts purely on impulse and lets his emotions run away with him - particularly anger. Despite his dwelling on plans for the deaths of Turpin and Bamford, he has a tendency to underthink things without acknowledging the consequences. Before he challenged Pirelli, he saw Beadle Bamford in the marketplace - and would have killed him right then and there if Mrs. Lovett hadn't been around to stop him. But he doesn't think the same way that Benjamin Barker did. It all goes to show that he really is the sullen, broken shell of the man that he was fifteen years before.
Powers: Sweeney is completely human.
Samples
First person:It has come to my attention that my daughter, Johanna Barker, resides in this place.
If any one of you has the intention to harm her, in any way, bear in mind that I will not take it neither lightly nor kindly.
I say this as a warning to you. [There's a pause. Does he need to say anything more? Sweeney thinks that pretty much covers it.] Good day.
Third Person: Sweeney released his foot from the lever, allowing the trap door to close and the chair to turn upright again. He heard the body hit the floor of the bakehouse below with a sickening crack. But he paid it no mind, instead reaching to the table for a cloth to clean his razor. The noise may have bothered him before, but really, it was all par for the course now, just as the blood on his razor was. None of it made him flinch, nor did it turn his stomach like it might have the first few times. Decades ago, he might have found himself going pale and sweating bullets at the prospect of his future. If anyone knew, they might say that he had fallen. Mr. Todd, on the other hand, considered himself all the more braver, though, a hero in the making. And if Mrs. Lovett disagreed, she kept her mouth shut. All the better for her, Sweeney assumed.
Besides. What did it matter what anyone else thought? He knew he had a job to do, and he was going to accomplish it by any means possible. Turpin had wronged him; Turpin deserved to die. The harsh, violent leap in logic didn't disturb Sweeney in the slightest, and he instinctively paused his cleaning to flick the wrist holding the razor. Drops of the customer's blood flew from it onto the mirror. Sweeney ignored them for the time being, focusing on cleaning the instrument once more. He paced around the room as he did so, footsteps heavy and measured on the wooden floorboards. Another part of his routine, what he considered the most relaxing, oddly enough.
He held the silver razor up to the window, checking it as it shone in the light. It was perfect and pristine, as though it had never been tarnished in the first place. Excellent. He moved back to the table to quickly swipe the blood off of the mirror before nonchalantly discarding the rag on the table. As he carefully opened the box that his razors sat in, his eyes fell upon the picture that he kept on the table. The picture of his wife, his Lucy, and Johanna as an infant. He stared at it, transfixed, as he had many times before, and then suddenly turned his attention away from it. He placed the razor in the box with a seemingly new strength, then stared at the door as if willing someone to come through it. He couldn't bring Lucy back, he knew, but he could send half of London down to pay for her. One by one, until he got the two he was looking for. It was all routine; he wouldn't even think twice.