((Shulda known you would send me some of the harder ones! XD I’m going to try to write little IC things as well as more detailed OOC stuff))
✔: What did your muse want to be when they were a child? Did they go on to do this and if so, was it everything that they hoped it would be? Or has this desire changed since, and why?
Will could see it, the shinning moment of his future. He stood at the Northwest tower of the keep, staring out from the crenel to gaze upon his domain. The wind stirred his wheat-gold hair handsomely, and rustled his tabard which proudly bore his family crest emblazoned on a field of green fabric. Green as the ripe land he commanded.
The ogres had been driven out, nearly pushed beyond his borders. A few still took refuge in a cave to the south east, but they would soon find their end. None trod his shinning keep, its walls and buildings brought to full repair. He no longer permitted himself and his men to live in crumbling ruins. All stonework was mended, all wooden structures given their due. He now had a bustling city to run, thanks to their hard work.
The Horde outpost had been burned, the Alliance given their own escort elsewhere. Both certainly tried to reclaim what they once owned, making small camps now and then, raiding his lands. They were met swiftly with force. They were no match for him and his men. The elementals were his biggest trouble these days, but could be avoided and placated easily enough.
He was Lord. And he ruled them well.
((Obviously this boyhood fantasy did NOT come to fruition! My my, how things changed for Willaim… As a boy he could see only the good, knew only what he thought was owed him and his followers. He wanted to be the leader he was intended to be. Once he began to learn of certain alliances made, and what costs his people were willing to make, he began to question it all. He left, going into hiding, and has since carved a new path for himself built from his own hands and efforts. And yes, I am being a bit vague. There are secrets still that Will intends to take to his grave, save for a small handful of ones who have earned his unwavering trust! There is a reason he ALWAYS wears a mask and he took his wife’s name.))
❖: What is the attitude and appearance that your muse presents in public? How does this differ from the attitude they have in private, when they are alone?
There were such days he was glad to be rid of it, the familiar cloth that guarded him even when he could not. Years though it had been, it was now a way of life. A mask he felt too vulnerable to be without. Thumbs gently rubbed the supple black leather before he tossed it in a drawer within his dresser, one more color atop the pile. He had gained quite a few over the over the years.
Willaim sighed, relishing the comfort to be so vulnerable to have a home where he might forgo his mask, and speak more loosely with his words. For his tongue, silvered as it was reputed to be, was within tight control. He was ever aware of the weight and subtle meaning each of his words cost him. It was how he had escaped the Great Dark’s clutches, it was how he answered questions best left to mystery without slighting the inquirer.
((So yeah, he ever strives to be the dashing mystery man when out of doors, guarding his secrets well and doing so in plain sight. When behind closed doors, he worries more, is more open, and sets aside as much of ‘the rogue’ as he can.))
✄: How does your muse perceive themselves, both internally and externally? How does this differ from how other people may see them?
((This one, I think I will skip the IC for now. Will would call himself steadfast and capable. It is as if nothing is entirely impossible to him. It can be done, it’s just the how, and how much one is willing to bend the rules and definitions to achieve it. He is always striving to do good, to better himself and those he hold dear. [Chaotic Good anyone?]
Yet he feels part monster of late, finding a failing in his ability to control the cursed blood in him and to properly protect his family. He was not expecting to be trapped away from them as he had and it is still something he struggles with. I think he perceives himself a protector foremost, and wrestles with being human and fallible amidst that.
I think others see him as that dashing young rogue. The clever man who can dance in and out of trouble unharmed. He has managed it a few times. He is also incredibly flirtatious, and it can and has lured women after him. Yet he remains loyal to those he has committed himself to. I’m not really certain that many think of him as a protector.
Thanks safrona-shadowsun! ))