forum I'm new here! Let's rp! (1/1 players) (Beauty and the Beast rewrite)

Started July 21, 2022 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

Name: Percival Lavigne
Age: Questionable, as the curse has screwed with his aging and perception of time. Was 19 at the time of the casting, and due to the way it has warped his aging, is about 20-22 now despite more time than that having actually passed
Gender: Cis man
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Bi
Appearance: (buckle up bc it's Complicated bc I don't know how to do things in a chill way) Okay so. Beast form first. His beast form is close to a large wolf (not going the Disney anthropomorphic route here, kiddies), with dark fur and red eyes that seem to shine in the darkness. It is also extraordinarily, and frighteningly, large, standing at the height of most grown men while still on all fours. However, its form often seems indistinct, and it moves in a very smooth, almost gliding way. In addition, it can somehow open doors and function much the way a person does. Often, if that movement is caught from the corner of the eye, it can seem as if it is a human hand opening that door or gesturing, but as soon as that realization hits, the wolf appears normal again. As if it never happened. The vast majority of the time, the wolf is on all fours, but occasionally it seems to almost become more of a wolf-man; still horrifying to look at and far more animalistic than human, but it can walk on its hind legs and its front legs/paws become more arm-like, and it's jaw shortens (not a furry and looks more like a freaky werewolf than anything else). Never looks more human than wolf, and often looks more like a massive wolf than human. Some refer to him as a dire wolf, though that label is incorrect. When he speaks, the muzzle of the wolf will twitch and its lips will move, but it doesn't usually match quite perfectly. His speech is projected through magic, rather than actually coming through his vocal cords. A quirk of the curse.
Human form: Percival, in human form, stands at 5'8" tall, with a rectangular-ish body shape. He has a narrow waist and slightly broader shoulders, but isn't bulky in any sense of the word. Does have good muscles, but again: not bulky. He has golden blond hair that falls in soft curls to his shoulders, which he often leaves free without anything tying it back. When he does choose to tie his hair back, it is usually in a low bun, or sometimes a braid. Depends on what he's feeling like doing. His eyes are a warm golden tone, with hints of hazel in them. He has thick lashes that frame his eyes rather well. Sharp, chiseled features, with high cheekbones and a perfectly sculpted mouth that is often set in a slight pout. Is always clean-shaven. Was fond of using make-up to enhance his features, with a light dust of highlighter along his cheekbones and something to set his lips off, and eyeshadow to help his eyes pop. Has long, slender, fine-boned fingers, and often wears rings (signet ring, along with others). He is white, and pretty pale, and doesn't really have any scars, either, except for a few on his back. (Currently is in his Beast form, ofc, and will remain in beast form until curse is broken)
Clothing: In Beast form, none, as it is not needed. In human form, usually finer materials. Silks, satin, velvet. Anything luxurious and lovely.
Style: Loves colors and anything lovely, really. Doesn't care quite as much about "feminine" vs "masculine" clothing
Personality Type (MBTI): honestly i have no idea sorry
Attributes: Prone to sarcasm and impatience, along with fits of anger and spite. Confident, but in a very effortless manner (or at least, used to be; his personality is a bit different in beast form)
Habits: Used to chew on pencils but will now literally chew on furniture when stressed or bored. Paces a lot. Stares at people when they're doing something obnoxious until they get self-conscious and stop.
Likes: Fire. Getting his own way. Reading. Parties. Clothes. Music.
Dislikes: Being cold. His father. Being told what to do.
Fears: His father. The enchantress that cursed him, and also fears the curse itself and that he may never be able to get rid of it.
Abilities: He's a gigantic fuckin' monster, bro. He will literally eat you, idk what else to say.
Disadvantages: Is a gigantic fuckin' monster, there is nowhere for him to hide from someone hunting him.
Disabilities (if applicable):
Weapon of Choice: His teeth. In human form it would be a sword bc he's a Gentleman/Extra like that.
Powers (if applicable): (not sure, tbh. We'll see)
Theme Song(s): "Numb Little Bug" by Em Beihold, "Need This Feeling" by Ben Schuller (acoustic version is my fave), "fuK u lol" by CORPSE (mostly fitting for his days as the playboy prince, prior to the curse)
Other: might be a bit ADHD. His mother died when he was young, and his father was abusive until he died, leaving Percival alone in the world

omg I really like his vibe! He’ll be a wonderful fit for Hugo!

Should we begin?

Thanks! Yeah, let's get started!

Hugo had been walking through town with his long-time friend and sidekick, Albert LeFou, for the day. But the day had to come to an end, and Hugo had to put an end eventually to things so he could go out and hunt for his supper. He hadn't seen his conquest today, as he affectionately referred to his Belle as. But it was too late in the day to deal with her now. She must have been in the town's small bookshop reading all day, and Hugo had made a vow to never set foot in that place as learning was for pansies and freaks, brute strength was what mattered most in the end. He tried not to think too hard about the reading lessons his mother had given him as a youth, and how much his father hated them. "Albert, my simple-minded friend, I really must be going."

"Well, better simple than complicated. Goodnight Hugo, see you tomorrow!" he said, blissfully ignorant that Hugo had just insulted him. His short, wide form waddled off into the distance, and Hugo prepared to go into the woods for the hunt. One half of the woods was common territory, overturned and barren. Lately, the townspeople had been importing meat as they were too scared to hunt in the so-called 'haunted' forest that led to the short route to the rest of the outside world. That was the other half. He got his things together and went off into the woods.

Percy was roaming the forest again. He often did, just to get out of the castle. Away from the servants with their whispers and anger at him. Away from the reminders of all that he once was and would never be again. Who would ever love a beast like him? His dark fur blended with the shadows of the forest, his upper lip curling back in a snarl to bare razor sharp, white teeth. Crimson eyes flickered across the underbrush.

He was starving, and there were always animals aplenty in these woods. His castle had always been surrounded by forest; the woods had spread unchecked for years now, and were rife with wildlife. Deer, wolves, rabbits and squirrels, and the occasional elk. He tried not to hunt those. They were too rare, too illustrious, and he could not eat it all anyway. So he usually went for rabbits or deer. They were plentiful enough. The wolves of the forest stayed well clear of him, usually. He frightened them. He was huge and his scent was strange, and none of them dared come too close.

Hugo didn’t see much big game at first, nothing he could say he was proud to hunt. He walked further and further into the woods, the only thing keeping him going as the late autumn weather slowly got worse being spite and hubris. He hadn’t expected snow to drift down into his hair and melt bitterly on his cheeks, but it did. Isn’t it a bit too early for snow? he wondered, but still he pressed on. He was too hungry to care now, any initial caution completely blown away by now. He continued on in his search for food, when he stumbled across the broken branches and snippets of fur indicative of a larger creature. It looked like something that could kill a man if you weren’t careful. He followed the careless tracks, loading a shotgun and looking further into the deep, deep black. That was when he saw it. The wolf, but too big to be a wolf. Too monstrous. Hugo obviously shot at it the moment he was within range. He missed, but the second time hit the sinew and bone if its shoulder. It was massive, and wolf made good eating when desperate. This would be one hell of a story to tell, Hugo reasoned.

The first gunshot made his ears prick and his eyes flick, searching for the sound. He found Hugo at the same moment the second bullet hit his shoulder. A howl of pain broke from him, his claws digging into the snow as his legs fumbled for traction. Stay or fight? His instincts, more beast than man, decided very quickly. Fight. This human was an interloper and a trespasser, and he had just shot at Percy!

So, with a low growl that sounded ripped from the bowels of hell, he sprang towards Hugo, teeth bared and eyes gleaming crimson. Percy was no ordinary beast, and while the shot to his shoulder certainly hurt, it had by no means immobilized him. He was still massive, and freakishly strong too.

Hugo stumbled back, tripped over a root, and fell back against the tree. He was off his game tonight and it would probably kill him. He quickly stood and ran in the direction he came from; quickly he found it was already blocked off but there was another path. It lead towards some suspicious light, but light could mean shelter. Hugo certainly wouldn’t mind shelter. He ran towards the light, as fast as he could. And when he reached it, he found it to be a castle. He took out some knives, the mortar was soft after all these years. He used that to his advantage to scale the walls. He did so quickly so the thing wouldn’t crumble down on top of him. He fell forward to the ground, and ran across the rose-filled courtyard to a side door in the castle (probably for servants). To his good fortune, it was unlocked.

He entered. Hugo looked around and saw that the place was already lit, but didn’t understand why a castle so old would be lit up like that. Wouldn’t the people know about this? Then he reconsidered. Superstition was at large in his community, and this castle looked pretty cut off. Maybe they were getting supplies from elsewhere, and honestly that was fine by him so long as he could find shelter from this monster. He made his way through the narrow passageway, his broad chest brushing the ancient stone passageway and hair being caught in the cobwebs above.

(Also I would like to sincerely apologize for dumping this, school was a lot recently but I’m back!! Also have some art because I kinda wanna turn this into a mini comic and I made some concepts.)

(My handwriting is bad because I write like an artist, not a calligrapher. Go figure haha)

Percy howled, chasing after Hugo. The castle was a lovely but crumbling thing, slowly falling into a thing of disrepair and haunted memories. Once Hugo went into the small passageway, he growled and raced towards the main doorway. It was one of the ones he could fit into. He pushed through the door, claws clicking faintly on the old marble flooring, now cracked with age but still carrying notes of its former beauty. Beauty he grew less and less certain would ever return as the years passed and his rose faded. He exhaled very softly through his nose, sniffing the air of the castle and trying to remember where that passageway let out. It had been ages since he had been able to traverse those small passages hidden in the walls, and he no longer remembered the layout the way he used to. His ears pricked as he strained to listen, taking careful steps across the floor of the grand entrance hall. The Rose passage…he clsoed his eyes, searching his memory. Flashes of laughter, the scent of roses and vanilla, and…bread. It let out near the kitchens.

A soft growl left him as he slipped down the halls and towards the kitchen, keeping his steps as soft and quiet as he did so. He kept sniffing, trying to find Hugo by scent.

(Shshgkkdnagnfmnsjs ahhhh I’m dead but yeah they have kinda intentionally similar designs for reasons I’ll get into if we get far enough into the plot lol)

(Also I can’t respond right now with a full reply as I am at my mom’s house but I will soon.)

(Lol hello. I is intrigued by art)

(I like draw. I draw. I draw many things.)

Percy howled, chasing after Hugo. The castle was a lovely but crumbling thing, slowly falling into a thing of disrepair and haunted memories. Once Hugo went into the small passageway, he growled and raced towards the main doorway. It was one of the ones he could fit into. He pushed through the door, claws clicking faintly on the old marble flooring, now cracked with age but still carrying notes of its former beauty. Beauty he grew less and less certain would ever return as the years passed and his rose faded. He exhaled very softly through his nose, sniffing the air of the castle and trying to remember where that passageway let out. It had been ages since he had been able to traverse those small passages hidden in the walls, and he no longer remembered the layout the way he used to. His ears pricked as he strained to listen, taking careful steps across the floor of the grand entrance hall. The Rose passage…he clsoed his eyes, searching his memory. Flashes of laughter, the scent of roses and vanilla, and…bread. It let out near the kitchens.

A soft growl left him as he slipped down the halls and towards the kitchen, keeping his steps as soft and quiet as he did so. He kept sniffing, trying to find Hugo by scent.

As the adrenaline wore off, Hugo realized how tight the space he was in was. He panicked, attempting to move but finding himself frozen. As a child he’d found himself stuck down a well for almost a week, surviving only off of rainwater to keep him from dying of dehydration right in the middle of storm season. He had eventually been able to swim up to the top, but it ended up that nobody but his mother had noticed his disappearance.

Shaken by the vividness of that recollection, Hugo managed to find a door that he stumbled through, into the bottom steps of a tower. He decided to climb it, and found himself in a fine bedroom warmed from a fireplace already lit, yet strangely nobody was there to stoke it. A candelabra lay on its side and a clock was snuggled into a chair; they seemed to watch him no matter where he moved. Hugo had to remind himself that these were inanimate objects.

He locked the doors to the room in case the beast somehow, improbably, made its way here. He doubted it could even manage to get in the castle, but paranoia overtook.

Hugo didn’t expect to hear a voice from the corner of the room, coming from a large wardrobe. The young Master won’t appreciate your presence here. You’ll need more than a door locked to keep him out. Push me to barricade the door. Hugo startled. He looked in the wardrobe but found nobody.

Percy arrived near the kitchens and sniffed the air for the stranger, but couldn't quite catch a scent. He snorted faintly, shaking his head and padding quietly along the floor. He was starting to limp, shoulder aching from the bullet embedded in it. He didn't know what he was going to do about it, either. It would be difficult to remove, after all. He kept moving, trying to find Hugo's scent. The castle was huge, though, and it wasn't going to be an easy thing to do.