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The Beast div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;border-bottom:5px solid #000;line-height:16px;color:#000;"]the basicsKing Jean-Robert: The Beast• nicknames • The Beast, The Master. age • 21 primary standing • Cursed Thorns Powerhouse secondary standing • Master of Fort Chambrod and King of the French Countryside. faction • Cursed Thorns species • Human/Enchanted Buffalo-Lion-Wolf-Gorilla Chimera. gender • Male sexuality •Straight the appearance origin • Beauty and the Beast height and weight • 5”9 but hunches, 390lbs. overall appearance • Returned to his beastly state by evil enchantment rather than good this time, Robert’s naturally blue eyes have been tainted green, his horns have an extra twist at their points, and he now has a long scar from Gaston’s stabbing along his right ribcage. These are the only differences from his first beastly form: he still has a long, thickly maned throat, the head of a lion-like buffalo, a heavy underbite and protruding Fangs, the lower end of a huge Wolf, and the torso and limbs of a grizzly bear, complete with long pointy claws and massive hands. Every bit of the Beast is coated in long brown shag. He wears the white shirt he’d had on leaving Fort Chambrod and a purple cloak, as well as ripped pants. the personality overall personality • Left unchecked, The Beast is emotional, entitled, highly immature, and temperamental. The advent of meeting Belle encouraged and grew his better nature, fostering his natural protectiveness, childlike wonder, kindness, and even gentleness. The Beast, at his most vulnerable, wants to be loved. He was given everything else from a young age, but not even his parents showed him real, unconditional love. Belle has, and he will do anything to deserve it. The Beast’s initial response to everything is over the top, emotionally charged, and extreme. He holds on to everything tightly; grudges, possessions, relationships, and even hope, though his natural tendency to outward pessimism disguises it. the history overall history • The Beast was born to the King and Queen of France. The Queen was gentle, compassionate, and saw her role as that of a protector of the people, both from poverty and war, and from the whims of her husband. The King could be rigid, uncompromising, and even cruel. He was arrogant and proud, believing that royalty should want for nothing and more concerned with maintaining that standard than ruling honorably. Whenever his newborn Prince screamed or cried, the King commanded that he be given whatever would shut him up. He forbade his wife from disciplining their son for anything; “When he is King, no one will dare to disobey him. It will be no different now.” The King couldn’t bear mumbling or ‘spinelessness.’ The Prince learned to please his father by tyrannizing over the servants, giving our orders left and right, as many as his nine year-old brain could imagine. He liked to hear his father laugh, “that’s how a King gives orders! Nothing but the best.” His mother was harder to please. She always seemed quietly disappointed in her son. He learned courtly manners from her, and once or twice she seemed satisfied with this, but most of Prince Roberts memories of his mother are of a frail and sad woman, fading into sickness. Light went out of his life when she died. The castle was a darker place. With only his father’s love to try for, the Prince became more and more vain and selfish. By the time he was ten years old, he very much believed he was the beginning and end of everything important, even after his father died. Crowned King, the Prince lived as selfishly and spoiled as he had with parents. He knew by his mother’s lessons how to attend to matters of state, and deep down he did care what the people thought of him, so the kingdom carried on under the child’s rule for a few months. Then, one Christmas evening, an old beggar woman came right to the door of the castle and had the audacity to ask for his help. She only offered him a rose in return for shelter from the winter. The Prince sneered at the gift and turned her away, repulsed by her ugliness. She turned out to be a beautiful enchantress who saw the lack of love in the little monarch’s heart. She transformed him into a hideous, frightful chimera of a Beast. Not only he, but all in his castle paid the price for his actions. The beautiful fortress was warped into a twisted husk of it’s former self. The servants who had stood by and allowed their King to turn an innocent boy into a tyrant were turned into possessed objects like crockery and tools. The Enchantress offered the Beast one ray of hope. She gave him the Rose, enchanted to bloom, she said, until his twenty first birthday. The Prince must learn to love, and earn another’s love in return, for if the last petal fell on his Twenty-first birthday, he’d be doomed to remain a Beast forever. The vain prince was horrified by his own new form and couldn’t bear to leave the castle grounds and have anyone, even in the countryside, see him. He and the castle’s staff remained enshrouded away within the fortress. Their only connections with the outside world were an enchanted mirror which could show the Prince anything he asked to see in his realm, and the Royal Letter-Bearer’s trained carrier pigeon, Witherspoon. The Prince fell into despair and lost all hope over his formative years, convinced none could learn to love a beast like himself. Then, one day in his twenty-first year, an old man came to the fortress. It was the first visitor from the outside in ten years. The staff made him welcome, but the twisted Prince was enraged, convinced this man had come to stare at the legendary monster of the castle. He threw the trespasser into a dungeon mercilessly. The next day, another newcomer entered his life. Belle, a beautiful and compassionate young woman from a nearby provincial town came looking for her father. When she learned that the elderly man was imprisoned by the fortress’s master, she begged for his release. The Beast was immovable until the young woman claimed she would take his place. Take his place? A girl with her life ahead of her, giving it all up for one annoying and elderly man? Staying in his palace forever? Robert couldn’t imagine it...so she must have the capacity to love, truly. And if she stayed with him, even if it was by force, perhaps this was his only chance to break the spell. The Beast accepted Belle’s word. She would be his prisoner, and her father would go free. The Beast and Belle’s relationship began rockily. He was unused to having anyone disobey his orders, and Belle, though polite for a young woman held captive, was headstrong and just as stubborn as he. She refused to join him for dinner on their first evening together, but the cheerful and loyal castle staff let her out of her room to eat. Curious and capable, Belle strayed into the West Wing, where the Beast reserved his brooding space and magical objects from the Enchantress. There, most importantly, portraits of himself as a human hung mutilated by claws. He’d forbidden his lovely houseguest from going to the West Wing. Belle had just finished making the connection from one of the portraits that the Beast must be an enchanted Prince and was examining the sacred Rose when the Beast found her. Enraged at being disobeyed and found out, he lost his explosive temper and frightened Belle out of the castle grounds and straight into a pack of wolves. The Beast rescued her, but was wounded by the wild animals. Belle could have left her captor in the snow, but she helped get him back to the castle and tended to his injuries. The two reached a new understanding, and their shaky romance began. Belle spent all of the Winter and the beginning of Springtime with the Beast. They overcame subversive servants like Forte, the enchanted musician, and much deeper issues, like trusting one another. She taught him to read and he stumbled his way through showing her how much she’d come to mean to him, giving her an entire library as a gift. One beautiful evening they danced together and the Beast realized that their connection was deep. He loved her. Before he could find out if she loved him in return, they learned from his enchanted mirror that her father was sick and dying, looking for his daughter in the wilderness. The Beast released Belle from his promise with an agonized heart. Much worse than remaining under a curse was the thought of never seeing her again. She left to tend to her father, and the Beast gave up all hope entirely. Belle had a suitor back home. His name was Gaston, and he was the small town’s be-all-end-all huntsman. Much like Prince Robert, Gaston saw no reason why he shouldn’t always have his way, and when his advances to Belle were spurned he tried a more villainous tack. He arranged to have her father thrown into a lunatic asylum for raving about a kidnapping Beast in the woods while Belle was gone. When she returned to care for the old man, he gave her an ultimatum: marry Gaston, or lose her father to the asylum. Instead, Belle tried to prove to the townsfolk that her father wasn’t crazy by revealing the Beast through the magic mirror. Now Gaston sensed his woman of choice was in love with the beast. Infuriated, he whipped the town into a fear-crazed frenzy and marched on the fortress, heroically proclaiming himself to be the savior of the people from this dangerous monster. The Beast’s staff valiantly tried to protect him, but there was no fight left in the Prince. The last of the rose petals were soon to fall. What did anything matter, without Belle? Gaston would’ve had an easy time subduing the hopeless Prince, knocking him out onto the roof like a cat toying with prey. Then the Beast saw Belle. She’d come back. Robert fought Gaston as his servants repelled the townsfolk below. His temper inflamed as he realized the hunter’s true motives behind the boasting, the Prince almost killed Gaston. Then, in a moment of compassion, he let the wicked man go and turned to Belle. Gaston stabbed the Prince in the back, mortally wounding him, before losing his balance and falling to his own death. Belle tried to help the Beast, but it was too late. She told him that she loved him just as the final petal fell... It was in time after all! The Beast was transformed back into a Prince, and the castle and all it’s inhabitants restored after ten long years. Robert and Belle were prepared to live happily ever after. And then the worlds merged. War struck. On the boundary between the new territories of the feuding armies, King Robert wavered. He knew the dangers of war from the horrors his mother had instilled, long ago when his father wasn’t listening. He remembered how close he’d come to losing Belle when the only dangers were one huntsman or a pack of wolves. He recalled all he’d put his staff and kingdom through as a tyrant. He balked and refused to support either side. He couldn’t bear to put his love or his friends in danger—let everyone else’s loved ones fight this battle if they wanted to. Belle saw things differently. But reformed as he was, Robert could still be a beast for stubbornness. He refused to budge. He wanted to keep his castle, his people, his Belle, safely to himself. The Enchanted Suns could manage without them. They fought, the worst argument since the transformation. He lost his temper for the first time after the fading of the Rose. In the aftermath of this argument, Robert paced through the West Wing for two days, forbidding anyone to see him. He watched the war efforts mounting through his mirror and fumed, confused and guilty but desperate to keep his loved ones safe. At the end of the second day, when he was beginning to formulate a clumsy apology to his lady love, his worst nightmare became real. Robert was transformed back into the beastly form. It started with a sickly flicker, like fire, and it happened much more quickly than it had all those years ago on a Christmas night. The first time he’d felt like a pure light was burning through his human form to reveal the twisted, selfish creature inside. This second transformation felt more akin to a heavy, shadowy curtain being draped over everything human. He couldn’t understand. The Beast had been transformed into his monstrous form by the manipulative Cursed Thorns. Coveting his fortress and land for their own, they’d sent careful spies, easily missed in the sheltered palace, to understand the Prince’s stance on the war. Rather than take it by force, the evil army’s commanders had come up with a more devious scheme. No sooner had Robert been returned to his hated beast form and fled the castle than Maleficent was waiting for him. Robert didn’t know much more about the sorceress than that she was powerful and led one of the armies—the one Belle didn’t like. She explained that he must have been cursed again because he was acting selfishly, keeping his loved ones and resources out of the war while others fought. The Beast was distraught. He couldn’t be a Beast again, but he couldn’t put Belle in harms way by joining the war. Maleficent sprung her trap by claiming that if Beast joined the Cursed Thorns, she would ensure his fortress, with Belle safely inside, would remain a simple storage outpost. Though he would be joining the war, he would not be putting his people or possessions in danger. Then perhaps his curse would be lifted again and everything could go back to the way it had been. The desperate Prince warily agreed. He wrote Belle a letter explaining that he had chosen to side with the Cursed Thorns. Unable to bear facing her as a beast, he did not tell her that he was a monster again. Instead he explained that he was going to discuss their involvement with Maleficent at her Black Keep and would return to her soon. He forbid her to leave the fortress until his arrival. It was only a day later that the confused Robert learned two things. The first was that he was still a Beast—joining the Thorns had not changed anything. The second was that the castle, his castle, was running the Enchanted Suns’ flag! Had Belle been captured by the lion-led army already? Or had she joined the other side...without him? Was she angry after their fight, or because he was with the Cursed Thorns? The Beast was half-mad with the questions. He couldn’t very well ask her—he couldn’t stand the thought of her seeing him like this. Maleficent, furious to have lost the castle but seeing the benefit in a powerful Royal monster anyway, worked her manipulation again. She opined that Bell was indeed angry, and probably resented her Prince for siding with Maleficent. And what would the princess say if she saw Robert now, obviously in the wrong and back as a beast? She claimed that she could turn Robert back...in time. And if he served her well. the role player alias • Spot age • 23 pronouns • She, her how did you find us? • MY FRIENDSSS! other characters •Simba, Tarzan, Aladdin, Lilo, Janja, Rani, Dodger, Prince John |
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