Dorian Maus Application
PLAYER
Name/Handle: Devon
Contact: silversomber@gmail.com (I changed it, but the old one forwards to this one now)
Personal LJ:
CHARACTER
Name: Dorian Maus
Series: Alice in Wonderland/ Through The Looking Glass
Canon: OC
Age: 23
History:
Dorian Maus is a kind, sweet natured soul, easily trod upon, and eager to please. Had life played out differently perhaps he would have grown to be a very different young man, for as a child he was very outgoing and highly opinionated. It was one fateful night which would shape his future growth. The family had a small apartment in the midst of Wonderland, not the best place for a young family, but all they could afford on their modest budget.
It was quite late when the ruckus started, and Dorian, then just barely six years of age had been sleeping with his parents that night, and upon hearing the smashing of glass in the front hall he had crawled out from the sheets and hidden under the bed, without rousing his parents.
It was several minutes before the heavy footsteps reached their room, and evidently the person knew were he was going and what he was after. His father had risen to throw him out, and with a loud crack Dorian found himself staring into his father's lifeless eyes, hands clamped tightly over his mouth to keep from screaming. His mother was quick to follow the crack of the gun sounding again. His silence saved him and the debt collect left after a final run through the apartment, never spotting the small boy hiding under the bed.
From that point he was moved to live with an estranged and elderly Aunt. He spoke to no one for years, despite continued visits with all manner of doctors, threats and rewards alike, it made no difference, until one day he was found to be conversing in a hushed voice with an imaginary playmate he called Philo. Upon learning that he was only a selective mute his Aunt would tolerate it no longer, and he was sent to Saint Carrol's Academy, a place he resents to this day. He learned to converse where he must, but he rarely spoke more then two or three words at a time, and the other students found him strange. It was around this time that his issues with narcolepsy first started as well. At night he had trouble sleeping, and during the day he was prone to tiredness, and even falling asleep in class, or in public.
He would count the day he met the Hare among the more important events in his life, though for the life of him he can’t remember how exactly they met, only that they was able to draw him out of his shell in a way the others had failed at. He accepted their abuse with good nature, assured that deep down he was cared for, and eager to do what he could to make them happy. It was through them that he first met Maddock, someone who has come to be just as important to him over time.
When the Hare and Maddock bought the bar, Dorian was quick to try for a job, having been an out of work photographer for some time. It wasn't long before he was working as Manager, but his narcolepsy was playing havoc with his life once again. It was Maddock who first suggested he start taking planned naps, offering up his apartment, rather then having the young man falling asleep behind the counter. Finally he just made sense for him to move in all together, and he's had a room there ever since.
Personality: Dorian is what many would call a push over. Eager to please, he is easily taken advantage of, and his quiet nature means he'll rarely protest. He speaks in the smallest of fragments, two or three words at a time, and it takes a great deal of emotion for him to raise his voice. Those closest to him can get him to open up, and it is not uncommon for him to speak in his sleep, often revealing far more then he would in his waking state.
Third-Person Sample: (A sample to show us exactly how well you know your character. Think of it as a sample for the logs community.)
Dorian leaned against the wall, head drooped and breathing slowed, dead asleep. When Maddock found him like this he would be greeted with a pinch, or a kick. When Matt found him it he would find himself cuddled up in a blanket, or somehow waking up in his bed. Today, there was no one to find him, and he drooped further and further until he slid down the wall and his head found the floor. His eyes were slow to open, giving a small, sleepy groan. He sat up, blinking in confusion, hair standing on end. This wasn't the tea party. This wasn't Wonderland at all.
He pushed himself to his feet, pursing his lips and looking about with a small, uncertain hum. "...M...Matt?" he mumbled.
First-Person Sample Journal Post: (This is a sample journal post to the network. It can be text, voice, or video, and may also be an accidental post to the network as well.)
[Voice post]
[A sleep voice slowly speaks after a long silence]
...Is Dori sleeping?
Did he sleepwalk?...
...He didn't sleep here
...
...
Matt?
...
...
...
Maddock?
Dori's confused.
Must be sleeping.