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The form...obviously
Name: 'My title is Alicio Moncieff and none other, Monsieur'
Age: 'I comprehend, with ease, the vitality of such an inquiry and shall therefore not hesitate to grace thee with an answer. I am twenty years of age'
Gender: 'Mon Diu! I ponder the notion of you purchasing spectacles for surely you must be woefully blind? Quite clearly, I am undoubtedly male. In future, please don't ask me such dehumanising questions or I shall favour you with a blade to the heart or stomach; whichever you prefer'
Sexuality: 'This question poses no relevance. Naturally, I would much more prefer to woo a woman than a man; as is expected of all respectable males'
Ethnicity: 'As a King's musketeer, I serve France. Surely you've no real reason to ask me such a mocking question? Ah, and I am a catholic, most obviously. I find that light reading of the holy book poses as very enjoyable recreation to the tiring actions of duelling'
Homeland: 'Why, France, of course'
Rank/occupation: 'I am a King's Musketeer though, perhaps, rather unsatisfied with such a path in life'
Royalist or no: 'I serve the King; work it out for yourself, my clever man'
Appearance: 'Blessed as I am with grace and natural fine looks, I receive many compliments daily; usually from frolicsome young ladies of aristocratic values. I am unusually tall, abnormally thin and slender due to my build and eating habits. My countenance is exquisitely thin and pointed with curling whiskers and neat, rounded, pricked ears which always convey an appearance of utmost attention and observance. My eyes are peridot green with a hazel tinge nearer to the pupil and a ring of cream fur lines the edges. My pelt is dark brown and I possess a flash of cream fur upon my chest which is becoming of all pine martens. Rather strangely, my paws are charcoal black yet it is of triviality: the claws remain sharp and deadly with precision. As for my garderobe, I preferably don my plumed black hat, my billowing black cloak and my belt which holds my formidable blade. Such dress only enhances my fine appearance and poise, the majority insist. Of course, when required, I shall wear the honorary tunic custom to all musketeers'
Personality: 'Ah, a most compelling question. I would describe myself as being of mild manner and speak with an air of politeness; I am usually considerate and compassionate. Though my voice may lull you into security, be aware; when anyone threatens what I believe in, my tongue is always sharper than any blade's edge. Perhaps I am slightly proud; I do not favour myself being mocked or taunted or engaged within petty debates. Blessed with an exemplary education, the majority of people I'm aquatinted with confirm that I'm highly intelligent, perceptive and analytical; likewise, I'm observant and can often speculate upon all the details or issues a decision may procure. My friends label me as being somewhat of a preacher; I regularly quote lessons from the bible and, perhaps inconsiderately, persuade my friends to behave more as is becoming of saints. I am a poet at heart and find that my tongue may often utter such words of rhyme; indeed, reading the holy book is also to my taste. I am quite religious and am prepared to defend my beliefs by tongue or blade; whichever may be more effective. However, there is more to me than meets the eye'
Skills: 'I state that my intelligence is quite my most accomplished feature, as is my perceptiveness and observance; details rarely escape without my notice or permission. In gait I am swift and calculated; virtues which are favoured during duels and battle. My style of fencing is less of brawn and more of calculated, cool precision; using fast actions and manoeuvres, disposing of the enemy that way. I am, most certainly, learned; having read many books in which I've gained most of the knowledge stored within my brain. I can also ride horses well; a skill which is required due to my occupation as a King's musketeer'
Flaws: 'I have a tendency to feel most discomforting sensations after drinking liquor; the surgeon suggests that it might be an intolerance and so, I politely refuse the drink when offered one. Also, though this is not so much a flaw, I am quite lacking in the physical strength department, relying more upon speed, skill and wit. Ah, I forgot to mention; when very young, I suffered a most severe infection to the chest region which managed to almost slay me. As fortune shone, I survived and slowly yet steadily recovered. Ever since, I've suffered peculiar and uncomfortable symptoms. During particularly cold weather, exertion or when experiencing an unusually powerful emotion, pain may stab my chest and my heart will be seized by an immensely terrible fluttering sensation. The condition isn't life threatening but does make itself very inconvenient'
Backstory: 'May we dispense with the interview now?'
Other: 'I can think of nothing more to add'

It's pleasant to recall at the hour of the moon's prime,
a love that's been forgotten at one time.
It's beneficial to remember at the hour of daylight,
a poet's forgotten words on insight.

The earth is benevolent to us who sin too far,
and up above rains down the vengeful sleet.
And there is something else... tla la la la...
after the storm how do roses smell so sweet?

We are ignorant of nothing yet from being children we are far,
it is danger to live on this world so near to the large star.
But how can we not make a living on this world so useful,
with spiritual minds and strong flesh and all?

The earth is benevolent to us who sin too far,
and up above rains down the vengeful sleet.
And there is something else... tla la la la...
after the storm how do roses smell so sweet?

(UTRAV2004 )